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Acts of kindness, like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest, lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness. |
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But I don't believe, and |
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I'm not consoled. |
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I lean closer to the fire, but |
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I'm cold.The earth was born in a storm. |
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The waters receded, the mountains were formed."The universe loves a drama," you know. |
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And ladies and gentlemen this is the show. |
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I got a call from my broker. |
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The broker informed me |
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I'm broke. |
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I was dealing my last hand of poker. |
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My cards were useless as smoke. |
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Oh, guardian angel. |
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Don't taunt me like this, on a clear summer evening as soft as a kiss. |
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My children are laughing, not a whisper of care. |
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My love is brushing her long chestnut hair. |
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I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim then vanish like mist as though life were a whim. |
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Maybe the heart is part of the mist. |
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And that's all that there is or could ever exist. |
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Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. |
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Maybe's the exit that |
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I'm looking for. |
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I got a call from my broker. |
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The broker said he was mistaken. |
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Maybe some virus or brokerage joke and he hopes that my faith isn't shaken. |
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Acts of kindness, like rain in a drought, release the spirit with a whoop and a shout. |
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I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock. |
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To pantomime prayers with the hands of a clock. |
