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Two sisters
Two women
When New York
became too small
Wild goose
Wilderness of
streets
You're not alone
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Two sisters
Two women
When New York
became too small
Wild goose
Wilderness of
streets
You're not alone
1 | 2
Two sisters
All those years
Nothing heard about
The flying bird called father
Unfold feathers
Of rocking leather
The bird never heard a word of your existance
And once you see the happy smile
Of you played for so long next to her
Not knowing there might be
A bond between the two shes
It feels so strange
Thought I had changed
But it was the world around me
Lay your faith on me
Is what she whispered to me
All those years
Nothing heard about
The flying bird called father
Unfold feathers
Of rocking leather
The bird never heard a word of your existance
And once you see the happy smile
Of you played for so long next to her
Not knowing there might be
A bond between the two shes
It feels so strange
Thought I had changed
But it was the world around me
Lay your faith on me
Is what she whispered to me
