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(Hammill) |
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You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind; in viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glide... it's all too beautiful for my mind to bear and, as we shimmer into sleep, something's unshared. |
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But, seeing the flower that was there yesterday, a tear forms just behind the soft peace of your shades.... |
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The world's too lonely for a message to slip but between the dying rails of peace you trip. |
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The petals that were blooming are just paper in your hand; your eyes, which were clear in the night, are opaque as you stand. |
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It was too beautiful for it to last... these visions shimmer and fade out of the glass. |
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The petals that were blooming are just paper in your hand. |
