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Staring across the void, seeing eye to eye in folded space |
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I see you with the colours and frenzy of the sacred rooms |
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We've met in those dreams, ice blue water ran towards the green sky |
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The gods spoke to us, in their infancy |
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Suns waiting for us to smitten them with the flames of our disease |
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And we did so, laughing, giving birth to sunrises in our wake |
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Never in need of sleep, nor in need of truth |
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I would never have stayed in this darkness, and we would ascend |
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The taste of ash, no stars above - |
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No green grass below |
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The last words set ablaze as we saw the inner imagery |
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How it all came alive when we no longer reached for it |
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How it all rose and overwhelmed the speechless (us) |
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In this house without words we came to be one |
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In these books without text we found the way |
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A path along a faded memory, without the fear of finding home |
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We would never have stayed |
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We would never have stayed |
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We would never have stayed in this darkness |
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We would never have stayed |
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We would ascend |