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How can I proceed with thee? |
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This eastern harbor's full of grief |
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All my heavy dreams are simply a luxury |
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Horses in the pepper tree and the lighthouse floating in the sea |
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Newborn forms are weightless like doves |
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Everything will regenerate as it was |
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All your heavy hearts are simply illusory |
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They will find an open shell in which to grow and set you free |
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Mourning how a frozen thing can thaw and turn to brine |
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Salty workings in a restless process of the mind |
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Form becoming weightless like doves |
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Everything will regenerate as love |
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Not the kind you think you know and not the kind you learn |
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The arctic shark is living free in the coldest part of the Eastern Sea |
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All my heavy hearts are simply illusory |
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Finding time to trust them turning right side up inside of me |
