They can’t keep me here
Although they pray that they could
Nothing will stop over there
I know they wish that it would
No one can stop my desperate plea
To be on the other side
Where the grass is greener for me
I cannot tell you or specify
The place I speak of
For it leaves you to die
Seemingly gentle as a dove
But desperate as am I
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