| Adrift
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| All lost in those days
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| A growing branch to smithereens
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| Trying real hard to beat some grace out of all that withering and dying
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| The thriving soul is beneath
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| It is yearning for the surface
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| Years of pain not undergone in any way will reveal the wounds
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| Fiercely tame, not about to make a scene
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| I saw it drowning, gasping for air, disappear into the surging of the sea
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| An agreement made with the one who wields the cane of the ordeal
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| Seasons gone by have handed over the reins
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| Highlighted the worth of our earthly strife
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| Highlighted the worth of unearthly might
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| An early memory a feeble ground
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| The facts remain all the same
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| An early memory a feeble ground to build upon
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| Assumptions die hard while the past remains
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| Homegrown severe denial
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| Smothered way down inside
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| Homegrown severe denial
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| Shreds of regard defiled |