My Mousie

My mousie, why did you die
Can I call you back from somewhere you lay
Floating into the sea or back to shore
And I couldn't carry you on my palms
Freely running busily, nonstopping
Your nails scratched my fingers
Oh the pain it stays
My mousie, I need to find you back
We can kiss heartedly
OK?

by Babette Teeth

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