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why do they call her wren? she changed her name to fit the way that she was feeling then then wren, she spilled some wine, forgot the names they used to call her in those other times truly, underneath the stars there are a million ways to be the way you are . . all of them dying underneath the rays there'll be a million ways to live the days ahead . . why are we crying? if i knock . . what will i say? i know you've been in your home & i've been far away when i knock . . who will i be? i know you're a different you & i've forgotten me truly, underneath the stars there are a million ways to be the way you are . . all of them dying underneath their rays there'll be a million ways to live the days ahead . . why are we crying? why not change our names? some things we won't recognize . . some will remain the same some people roll a stone . . find out they were never really even in their home underneath the stars there are a million ways to be the way you are . . all of them dying underneath the rays there'll be a million ways to live the days ahead . . why are we crying? there were words . . on my skin . . you touched them & they woke again . . now they're on the wind . . From Letras Mania