| Petals blown from closed hands, by quiet breath
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| Reason defines us, beauty carries us, recognition makes us
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| Every thread well placed, every aperture leaks
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| Dream of the coming on, fail to realize
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| We cannot carry that which we cannot acquire
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| Oh we have lost what we longed for
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| The feeling in my arms, my embrace
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| That which you have dropped
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| This canon is complete
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| We need this
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| Touch me deeply as you once had
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| And I will not soon forget it
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| We speak in riddles to deny the past
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| To love the present, to prepare the future
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| Beyond that which we have more of
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| I have seen an old glimmer
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| It’s starry eyes for empty skies, I tell you
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| I shudder so hard to find
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| An embrace so hard to maintain
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| I sweat pictures, words
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| Hours of days gone
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| Once buried
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| And the corpses now warm to the touch (to the touch)
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| (warm) (to the touch)
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| I am the horizon
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| I have dreamt of my eyes tracing rings around this world
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| My arms are stretched to forever
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| My fingers shake with the fear of control
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| The fear I know you all know so well
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| We all lay claim to our destinies yet we all rise and fall with the current. |