| I am crease, as I am fold
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| I am composition thus I am suntold
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| I’ve seen it in the dawn of your mind
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| As a fossil, a blueprint of divine
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| No chariot to ride, nor a sun that marvels aside
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| As no creature has truly lived until it has truly died
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| I am crease, as I am fold
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| I am composition thus I am suntold
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| Only the sand will survive
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| Let the will of our grains find its own way to decide
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| Let the particles faint that orbit you and I
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| If it’s death they need to truly see, then let it be
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| If it’s love they need, then open your heart and be set free
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| I am crease, as I am fold
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| I am composition thus I am suntold
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| I’ve seen it in your eyes, like an eclipse dominating the sky
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| Only the sand will survive
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| Within the grains we will thrive |