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• Artiste: Algiers
• Titre: Born
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Ghosts in the discipline Of the human Forces swimming within Brewing a tone ascending The fleeting Passage of time The planet turned in on itself Then pieced back Unearthed Born We all came from a woman Grew our bodies inside her Washed in her blood First blood So how does the mother stand beside What she created? As the child takes labored breath Like the first Last blood not like thе first For walking, for playing For driving, for breathing For being Burying her feelings With thе limbs she bore to life Her heart heavier Than the body We wrap around these times We hold to be felt Our brown skin shining against The sun Bright and seen Always seen Creating a shielding Layer of strength to muster A life in the open Bright as a new sun One with blending colors Strewn about Can we see each other through The mist A hazy new face Caught in the moment Of living I knew this wasn’t a dream ‘cause dreams Don’t feel matter And matter is solid in its term