| It all began with myself, the fragrant wisp of trials
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| Strolling through gardens blind, seeking a blossoms smile
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| A came upon a mortal dream, sougt its permanence
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| Caught a glimpse of a world fleeting from my conscience
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| I can feel a calling, I can heal this longing
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| I understood the amber swells, the ocean in my mind
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| I embraced tears that gave, the inner child a place
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| I live these lives with a course, and sailed uncarted sea
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| A blessing found in itself, foretold sacred release
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| I can feel a calling, I can heal this longing
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| The cycle begins, a constant bloom, no errors known
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| Just understanding, thoughts collide, confusion clears
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| There is but love, growth and change, never exchange
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| What is lasting, truth will never taint or spoil
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| Costumed in grace |