| I thought I saw you by the side
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| Illuminating foreign climes
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| A figment, a splinter, a vessel for me
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| To wander as freely as I’ll ever be
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| Shrapnel stars puncture brightly
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| Wounding skies that stretch so widely
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| Over dunes of dust, in shades of rust
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| Where shadows claim the both of us
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| Is that an answer or is this an echo?
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| Are you the answer or are you an echo?
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| These godly skies kindly provide
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| The perfect scene for our goodbyes
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| A providence, so palpable
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| It sets aflutter, palpiter
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| Bleached by the moonlight
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| Bathed in bonewhite
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| Under cover of cobalt and shelter of slate
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| You appeared immaculate
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| Is that an answer or is this an echo?
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| Are you the answer or are you an echo?
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| I know that distance lends enchantment to the view
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| But I know that I see you and I know you see me too
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| And so I called out |