| Time sets purpose forth to document decay
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| Dripping with the warmth of breath gives sweet embrace
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| Take an accident, hold it in your hands, send it toward the clouds and watch it
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| blow away
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| Stillness is proof of flow unending
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| Given thought, the clock will go unquestioned
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| So take your time until time takes you
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| Only measured with a pulse that ticks through veins
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| You’ll find in time, that time holds no straight lines
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| We find our time, in time we touch divine
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| The end lets the parts coalesce
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| Beginning keeps the pace of progress
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| Find me at the bottom, we will meet and know it’s one
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| We greet the vast demise to let the whole survive
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| The rhythm of the rise gives neither pause nor pride
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| A moment lost inside, a feeling so divided
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| We aim to measure size between the world and eyes
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| Every reaction receives a counterpoint which gave causality
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| Lifetimes are spent in thoughts that can’t be touched
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| Meeting ourselves within dreams, caught between madness and serenity
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| Even the blink of an eye catches sight, if we simply learn to see
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| With the softest breath of wings, a butterfly gives birth to hurricanes |