| I lost myself in shapeless oceans
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| Whose depths concealed more than they showed
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| Beliefs obscured by mists around them
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| A legacy they’d been bestowed
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| Columns of ice paint awkward pictures
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| Distorted forms that once seemed real
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| Engulfed inside transparent textures
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| Billowing curtains as hard as steel
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| For all the noise filling the landscape
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| Whispers and cries with no reply
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| It’s quiet here within these boundaries
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| And thoughts collect like pools of light
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| My eyes divide the sky
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| As sirens sound in heaven
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| My will brings down the moon
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| And shatters it to pieces
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| The silence grew inconsequential
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| The day became a paradigm
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| A thousand years, a hundred decades
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| An arbitrary slice of time
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| I found myself with no companion
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| Except the salty earth and sky
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| And suddenly there came my focus
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| The world around me clarified
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| My eyes divide the sky
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| As sirens sound in heaven
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| My will brings down the moon
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| And shatters it to pieces
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| And so I walked in isolation
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| Hoping solace would cross my path
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| Ignored the road that lay behind me
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| And stepped away from the aftermath
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| I lost myself in shapeless oceans
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| Whose waters turned from dark to clear
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| I floated there, a tiny island
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| With no more doubt, with no more fear
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| My eyes divide the sky
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| As sirens sound in heaven
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| My will brings down the moon
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| And shatters it to pieces |