| The word miracle, isn’t really worth the same
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| As a measure of marvel in heaven, as it is on earth
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| Because extraordinary happenings are commonplace in the promised
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| Land
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| So the precedent is modified
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| God itself decides the phenomenom fairly fantastic in nature
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| Happens very rarely by standards set by the practicing masters
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| Of the spectactular arts in paradise
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| As i strolled aimlessly edges of sacrement one day
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| I wasn’t looking and died by accident
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| With sugar on my tongue and a breeze in each armpit
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| I descended to heavan cross-legged by magic carpet
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| Carried along through tunnels by a flow of waves
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| I met this soul with the role of issuing halos
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| His name was aurora, one time bet-maker
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| Everything he sang like chet baker
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| He explained the significance of the halos intentions
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| The way that each incriment of its dimensions
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| Bore a correlation to the core of your essence
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| With factors including the learning of lessons
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| Things that matter the most here being
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| Reflect and direct on the gleam that your seeing
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| Overall size of the particle density
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| As it corresponds to the mission intensity
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| Well over 400 factors with gradiance
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| Come into play with each new halos radiance
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| With congratualations and repeating my name
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| He also assured me that no two are the same
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| It allows you a glimpse of each persons spirit
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| Without having to come anywhere near it
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| So with halo in place and my thankfulness pledged
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| My resident status in heaven was full-fledged
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| One day in eternity after riding a teter-totter with God
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| I fell asleep with my feet in the water of a lake by a tree
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| In a quiet little place where i could be by myself with the sun
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| On my face
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| A little while later i awoke to a rumbling
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| Opened my eyes to see a scene so humbling
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| I couldn’t quite catch my breath
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| And my pulse doubled as the lake looked like it boiled as it
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| Bubbled
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| But instead of sclading my skin it was soothing
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| And it only felt like my imagination was melting
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| And trickling into a pool of fluid intuition
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| As secret splendor came to fruition
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| My own eyes surrendered as rapture found its purpose
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| As beautiful harmonies danced on the surface
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| Abstract shapes of all colors first did a dance and then floated
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| From each bubbled bursted
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| Literally billions of magnificent things
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| Would quake and quiver on top of the lake
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| I glanced left and right to see if maybe anyone else was
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| Dreaming this dream
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| When i turned all the way with my back to the spectre
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| I saw there an angel in the form of perfection
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| I felt paralyzed and my voice tried to hide
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| She glided and gently moved her hips from side to side
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| Without moving her feet, her hand held out in front of her
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| Calm and collected my hopes in her palm
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| The closer she came, and something about her
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| The most soothing sound grew louder and louder
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| Intense pleasure ran the length of my spine
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| As i pulled her towards me with the stength of my mind
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| When our hands finally touched she told me she loved me
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| And the shapes from the lake filled the whole sky above me
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| Instead of our tongues we spoke with our eyes
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| While music and color pulsed from the skys
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| It shines
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| Our edges are dreams running lengthwise
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| Our secret wishes fluttering lightyears
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| We fashioned inferences in disguise shapes together
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| You are the space between my exhales
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| Our way of understanding is eyes closed navigation
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| We twist slivers of unconsciousness into sacrement
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| Ghosts wlatz around our backs
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| Our ideas converge to form corners to hide in
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| Quicker than dreams we traded our charms
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| Then spent eternity in each others arms
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| It was a miracle in heavan
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| You could see it and hear it everywhere
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| The synthesis of two souls and one spirit
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| Our halos were the exact same size |