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This world has changed |
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Before our eyes - we can't control. |
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Waiting to find |
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Waiting here with nothing more to say |
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Goodbye to all I have said |
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Was waiting for decay |
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Here I am, waving to the waves. |
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Catch the dream before we are |
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Left inside and everything is gone |
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Catch the dream before someone else is |
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Setting forth and illusive state of war. |
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The shimmering flocks of shadows that |
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Surround the walls we are looking at |
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Mark of silence. |
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It tells me to hide |
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It hides the divide |
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Me versus man |
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Bear the silence. |
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Tell me, mother: how can I turn back old times |
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Maybe we are all asleep and die inside to taste |
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The urge to feel so much more |
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Closing all my windows to embrace. |
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"Our identities are stories |
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With holes in their language |
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Slumbering, at the height of what |
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Could have been synchronicity or |
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Parallels in multiple dimensions. |
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"Can we find any reference |
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In this abstract color field |
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This ambivalence, this dualism |
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Can we see the details of a bigger entity |
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What is the antidote |
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To the triviality of modern life". |
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Find the words to completion |
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Take me there, where I belong |
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Fallen into harsh delusion |
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Drawing circles to my illusion |
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To reflect me and my diffusion |
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Waves keep lashing down on the old shores. |
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Sunlight sails the soothing silence. |
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I am spitting letters |
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Paraphrased in sand |
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My words are set on fire. |
