| Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
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| Emerging from the gentle grip of night’s unfolding arms
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| Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel alone?
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| The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone
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| You don’t see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
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| It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
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| All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
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| The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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| I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
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| So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
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| I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
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| You will see your beauty every morning that you rise |