| In my grasp are my dreams personified. |
| A unity of fiction and reality.
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| The birth of beauty. |
| The only one of its kind. |
| Its grace exceeding limits set
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| by the sky.
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| Years had come and gone and my desire with them; |
| a caged perpetuation of hope.
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| A tally kept upon my body of days I care not to know.
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| So effortless, I seemed to let myself decline. |
| Loss of ambition.
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| I pushed my dreams aside.
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| Am I the cause of our descent, or are we chained to anchors? |
| Mine engrossed in
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| rust while yours still gleams and shimmers. |
| Renew my albatross, so it shines
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| with yours in the beams of suspended radiance
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| that are cast upon the ocean floor in ever-changing gradients.
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| Renew my albatross, so it shines with yours.
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| Sinking down. |
| Am I the cause of our descent? |
| Are we chained to anchors pulling
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| ourselves below?
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| Descending into passivity. |
| I’m becoming what I am not; |
| a selfish being consumed
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| by adverse thought.
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| In my grasp are my dreams personified. |
| A unity of fiction and reality.
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| Birth of beauty. |
| The only one of its kind.
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| So effortless, I seemed to let myself decline that with the loss of ambition,
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| I pushed my dreams aside.
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| Sinking down (sinking). |
| Are we chained to anchors pulling ourselves below?
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| Descending into passivity. |
| I’m becoming what I am not, a selfish being with
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| relinquished feelings, consumed by adverse thought.
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| Am I the cause of our descent, or are we chained to anchors? |
| Renew my albatross,
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| so it shines.
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| Am I the cause of our descent, or are we chained to anchors? |
| Mine engrossed in
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| rust while yours still gleams and shimmers. |
| Renew my albatross, so it shines
|
| with yours in the beams of suspended radiance
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| that are cast upon the ocean floor in ever-changing gradients. |
| I pushed my
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| dreams aside. |