| Jesus lying in his mother’s arms
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| Is a photon released from a dying star
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| We move through the forest at night
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| The sky is full of momentary light
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| And everything we need is just too far
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| We are photons released from a dying star
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| We are fireflies a child has trapped in a jar
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| And everything is distant as the stars
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| I am here and you are where you are
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| We have lived a long time here in the forest
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| We lie beneath the heaps of leaves
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| We are partial to this partial light
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| We cannot sleep and fear our dreams
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| There is no order here, nothing can be planned
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| We are fireflies trapped in a little boy’s hand
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| And everything is distant as the stars
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| I am here and you are where you are
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| And we lie among our atoms and I speak to you of things
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| And hope sometimes that maybe you will understand
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| There is no order here and there is no middle ground
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| Nothing can be predicted and nothing can be planned
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| A star is just a memory of a star
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| We are fireflies pulsing dimly in the dark
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| We are here and you are where you are
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| We are here and you are where you are |