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    We live in a painting of undefinable beauty 
 A star filled haze without definition. You run to...
 
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    The urge to tell stories,
 to tell the story...
 
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    What if enemy
 is in you telling you who...
 
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    A tree cut down is a
 a child chopped...
 
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    Can't hear your voice, but
 Vibrations ripple through me...
 
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    I look intensely, desperately at the rushing...
 Looking for the key I've dropped...
 
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    An overcast dawn, as the sun, yet again, gets...
 Cascading from the ether, crystal drops quench the...
 
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    When the day begins and the kids awake,
 The toys at hand, I feel they shake...
 
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    My head intertwines
 with billowy clouds...
 
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    My vision may be going
 but my hope will never leave...
 
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    somewhere deep under
 there’s a poet in me...
 
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    Even though the sound of my cries
 Can only be heard in my mind...