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a mind so full of thoughts
has ventured into a road...
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It pours! It pours!
into this little lagoon...
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if I were that little boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue...
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Be with me my sweetheart
Where yesterday can't see...
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Wounds suppurate and fester; lesions across the...
barely stretch across a relentlessly churning...
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The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...
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...they came every Friday
to their bench by the lake...
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Lean into the wind
feel the smoke...
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What if we all were completely color-blind
Our retinas all saw the same...
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I couldn't see the beauty
in our worn out portrait...
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Every word was a stitch.
Skin fastened to survival...
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You hold the world in your hands
And you gaze at it in wonder...