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A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day |
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As I feel this reality gently fade away |
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Riding on a thought to see where it's from |
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Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come |
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Smoke paints the air |
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Swirling images through my mind |
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Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind |
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And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting |
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As time slips by |
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Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky |
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And I sit |
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And I think to myself |
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And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb |
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And it seems like it's been so long since he shined |
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But I'm sure it was only yesterday |
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A cold chill of fear cut through me |
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I felt my heart contract |
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To my mind I brought the image of light |
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And I expanded out of it |
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My fear was just a shadow |
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And then I voice spoke in my head |
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And she said dark is not the opposite of light |
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It's the absence of light |
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And I thought to myself |
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She knows what she's talking about |
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And for a moment I knew what it was all about |
