Got caught in a storm
the night before I was born
Got soaked head to feet
like I was in a monsoon in Bali
A thousand kids made of clay
were dancing in a field
They laughed and pointed at me
and my shiny metal shield
I put my armor
in an old sculptor's hands
And the mirror I held became the lake
where we all swam
Yeah the mirror I held became the lake
where we all swam
And the white petals rained down
and the yellow bells
And I emptied all my pockets
of reflections of myself
And the mirror I held
Yeah the mirror I held became the lake
where we all swam

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