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Lay me on a distant land where groves bear fruits of the sun
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I bask beneath the hidden night while fingers caress the land
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What hands can't touch Eyes can grasp
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The swaying of the pendulum The ticking of time
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Ton of ideas laid out on paper
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I want to kiss the moon this Christmas And let skies shed tears of snow
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Let go! My hands are not yours...
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Above the roots
Warmth gazes through
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Light will soon return
when the sky stirs again
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Apertures on head are obscure
Whirling shades only mystifies
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Only drought comes
For one who waits
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Orifice moves
Delivering truth
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Alas, I couldn't share the sunset
And I could never see it again
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Can you still feel the shards?
Though frozen in senses' death
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Passion brought me here
And it shall lead me to thy end
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My silence is not my defeat
It's only words never spoken
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Spirits whisper
Hollowness to fill
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Luminous can't shine
Buried in dunes
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