| Footsteps on the sand
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| Time has left us all to wait
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| Smell from the burning leaves
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| Attracts us to its fate
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| Words in time seem to wait
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| All is not late
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| Yearning for the shadow of fate
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| How will we see
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| Over the bridge, we take our steps
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| Carefully, to watch the next
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| Dust off the falling lies, the smoke
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| And the color of black in our hour now
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| Ash falling down, magic is all around
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| Set me free
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| Water rises again
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| Only to hide ourselves away
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| Like fireflies in the night
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| They help us guide our way
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| Words in time seem to wait
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| All is not late
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| Yearning for the shadow of fate
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| How will we see
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| Over the bridge, we take our steps
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| Carefully, to watch the next
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| Dust off the falling lies, the smoke
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| And the color of black in our hour now
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| Ash falling down, magic is all around
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| Set me free
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| We are all an ember burning in the fires breath
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| Smudge us, let us be together
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| And disappear into the depths of love
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| And feel this body in its pure grace
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| Over the bridge, we take our steps
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| Carefully, to watch the next
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| Dust off the falling lies, the smoke
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| And the color of black in our hour now
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| Ash falling down, magic is all around
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| Set me free |