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When the little one came |
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A hole was blown open |
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A partial surrendering in the midst of knowing |
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And for an instant the constant heart shed its own tears |
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Wave upon wave carried me over |
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Beyond the peripheries of hope and fear |
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Deadening the voice of relentless biography |
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I stood at the centre and danced at the extremities |
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Mapping the city as subtle as silence |
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Then on, outwards, into the darkness |
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When the crazy one came |
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She placed her finger on my forehead |
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And pushed on through |
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I woke up, face on fire |
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Spitting out diamonds |
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Thoroughly lost to logic |
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Craving her madness |
