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as the tide pulls back and considers
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What if the air turns solid
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I want my conscience to be / true before you;
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I was looking up and I said
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It is because, somehow, we keep falling out of ourselves, like detached
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And I felt the earth inside the universe.
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you don’t even have to be, you Only who are,
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stars around the beautiful moon
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Pebbles and sand erode from the cloth
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a darkened ballroom,
