The Hexagon House
I was on your back
Looking at the light among the trees
The sky was incredibly blue
Walking in the forest
Going to the hexagon house
Nobody was there, but from a gap in the door
I saw a sewing machine in the room
I heard someone’s name
But I don’t remember it now
Nobody was there,
But I saw the flow of life
I will go there,
To find my hope
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