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Cigarettes in her hands seem more graceful than in yours
The smoke before her eyes comes from a country of which you are banned.
Stains on her apron tell more stories than your whole life
From her dextrous hands, trains the love
the love as a bird of prey.

She puts her glove and clenches her fist.
A silver move.

The child walking by her side is the goddess of the dawn
As I saw all the shades of the light day in Ellie’s eyes.

She puts her glove and clenches her fist.
A silver move.

Swallow me, digest my fear
Fly the falcon out of me
Make me forget myself

The Falconer Girl
My Falconer girl
The Falconer girl
My Falconer girl

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