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the heat from the closeness of me tilting towards the sun |
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was storing up to ignite the night and light up |
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the coldness of the cave the billowy flames lit up my face |
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the thinning smoke hung in the branches waiting for wind |
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my front was warm, the cold backs of my arms |
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never felt the dawn, the night was long |
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when the real dawn came i saw it crawl over the hill |
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and i felt clean and shook my hair out in the light |
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i looked up and hurt my eyes on the painful powerful sky |
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i looked down and felt motion under me |
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i looked out across the freeway at the people flying by |
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and turned my head, i closed my eyes, i felt my size |
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i recalled my fire, and my lack of dawn |
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my one sided warmth, i just wanted more |
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but i'm small, i'm not a planet at all |
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i'm small, i'm small, we are all |
