| I did not rush to be seen
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| Floating in mother’s warm
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| Dark sea endlessly
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| My resistance wore down
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| On a Friday near noon
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| Piercing the light
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| Too soon, too soon
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| Mostly not visible but to the air
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| Mostly not visible but to the air
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| I met the world slowly, slowly
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| Thought I was a stowaway
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| Caressed me into being
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| For nearly nothing
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| Thought I was a stowaway
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| Guess I was a stowaway
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| Mostly not visible but to the air
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| Mostly not visible but to the air
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| Mostly not visible but to the air
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| Mostly not visible but to the air
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| Mostly not visible but to the air
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| Shadow of the living light
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| Shadow of the living light |