The Swarm

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Sylvia's kissing crosses Crying for her mother Guarded by her father Swears that She hears voices I could think of a way If I only stay Calm as the day grows dim Dream another wish to Sleep away tomorrow Said She's going home now Home is what She called it I could think of a way If I only still gone As the day grows dim

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