| Staring across the void, seeing eye to eye in folded space
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| I see you with the colours and frenzy of the sacred rooms
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| We’ve met in those dreams; |
| ice blue water ran towards the green sky
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| The gods spoke to us in their infancy
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| Suns waiting for us to smitten them with the flames of our disease
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| And we did so laughing, giving birth to sunrises in our wake
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| Never in need of sleep, nor in need of truth
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| I would never have stayed in this darkness, and we would ascend
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| The taste of ash, no stars above — No green grass below
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| The last words set ablaze as we saw the inner imagery
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| How it all came alive when we no longer reached for it
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| How it all rose and overwhelmed the speechless (us)
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| In this house without words we came to be one
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| In these books without text we found the way
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| A path along a faded memory, without the fear of finding home
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| We would never have stayed
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| We would never have stayed
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| We would never have stayed in this darkness
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| We would never have stayed
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| We would ascend |