Up in the green hill
She gave birth to a child
Far away in the green hill
Blue eyes and no hair, so real
She came down crying outloud
Reached my hand
I heard no sound
We fell asleep until sunrise
We're awake, no surprise
I touch the ground, looking West
Say no words, silence is best
The child is gone and left no trace
Her name was vanity, show no pity
Was dragged to abyss in her city
N.Afonso, 02.12.2011
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