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It's just the season when the air drops far below bitter |
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I've scanned for miles and miles and still it rains a haze of sliced light |
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Tough Midwestern skin shields our weathered hearts for the time being |
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And false hope fuels us like a machine |
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Into a rhythmic dream, I've known, I've known |
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Once we're full of life and literature, we'll find that we connect |
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and I think that we'll long for so much more than we ever gave. |
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Imaginative, intuitive, and so compassionately alone. |
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I've scanned for miles and miles |
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I've scanned for miles and miles and even though the air is frozen, |
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I know you're right in front of me. |
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In true Pisces fashion, I've faded from this |
