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Adrift |
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All lost in those days |
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A growing branch to smithereens |
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Trying real hard to beat some grace out of all that withering and dying |
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The thriving soul is beneath |
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It is yearning for the surface |
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Years of pain not undergone in any way will reveal the wounds |
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Fiercely tame, not about to make a scene |
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I saw it drowning, gasping for air, disappear into the surging of the sea |
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An agreement made with the one who wields the cane of the ordeal |
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Seasons gone by have handed over the reins |
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Highlighted the worth of our earthly strife |
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Highlighted the worth of unearthly might |
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An early memory a feeble ground |
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The facts remain all the same |
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An early memory a feeble ground to build upon |
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Assumptions die hard while the past remains |
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Homegrown severe denial |
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Smothered way down inside |
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Homegrown severe denial |
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Shreds of regard defiled |
