| Inside I’m free
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| No need to breathe
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| The knife cuts a careful arch
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| Intent to leave it’s mark
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| And through it, I see
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| Around and around the bend
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| This circle remains an end
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| Around and around the bend
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| This circle remains a friend
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| Around and around the bend
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| This cycle remains a test
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| In the garden she’s scene
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| Captured imagery
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| Buried beneath the ground
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| Still life all around
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| And through it, I see
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| Around and around the bend
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| This circle remains an end
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| Around and around the bend
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| This circle remains a friend
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| Around and around the bend
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| This cycle remains a test
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| Around and around the bend
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| This circle remains an end
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| With a step she closes in on me
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| Like broken glass
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| A drop of jewelry
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| With a click she takes my breath away
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| And holds it for another day
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| Around and around the bend
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| This circle remains an end
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| Around and around the bend
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| This circle remains a friend
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| Around and around the bend
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| This cycle remains a test
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| Around and around the bend
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| This circle remains an end
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| Below the place I carve and rest
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| A matchbook sparks a lone address
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| The fire burns and walks with me
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| Down to Contemplation Street |