| I walk the depth of conscious
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| spreading infinitely
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| When I come to you leaning nothing
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| but the heartbeat
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| Paved blue reflects
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| the eternal possibility
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| And connects the words you and I speak
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| Remind of the form of melancholy
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| drooping down heavily
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| A mind that expected to be,
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| it will soon be vanished with a noise
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| Back to the covered lights,
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| the voice starts to run, hoping to return
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| White waves stop silently
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| A singing voice of clouds leaps on the surface
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| Letters of promise in the mad sunlight
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| The sky shines in a whispering rain.
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| Stare at the fragments of thought
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| spread at the feet
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| Tears of hope for the hopless ones.
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| Who owns the stars?
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| Last part of the sorrow
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| will someday be returned to us and
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| the story goes on Whole lot of smile to the eyes
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| reflecting in the shadow
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| The countless gaze to the exit has lined up my dearest scenery
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| An illusion brings
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| the white moment and the palm of a hand
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| Everything exists in a step
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| The bell of arrival for the overflowing water
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| A bridge over the sky and the noise in the dusk
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| Go beyond the night and the time of silence comes
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| Put out the lamplight and go along the moonlight
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| Give unfinished happiness to an innocent smile |