I was held by a woman known as the holder
And I'll stay in her arms for the rest of my days
She told me she had something,
Something sacred to give me
And she asked for me to open my mind, so I did
It was very hard
And the struggle nearly killed me
Then she told me to inhale
Whatever came my way
Then a colour turned up
Which never been seen by human eyes
And she said it was mine to keep, to keep, to keep
Now it's deep inside of me
And it holds four different women
Who am me, if you see what I mean
That was why she gave me that gift
So that I could make room
For the me, the me, the me and the me
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