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Within two worlds |
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Wind carries the sand |
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Of a desert of emotions |
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Unto tear stained cheeks |
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Skin seared by the power |
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Of oblivious stars |
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He cries... shedding tears... though none are left |
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They cry... golden tears... diamonds glistening |
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Solace found underneath a palm |
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Brushing the burning void away |
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The jewels of their emotions |
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Are left abandoned in the sand |
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As they face one another |
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In a dimensional confrontation |
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Twin images etched in glass |
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And the backdrop of the cosmos |
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The stars disregard |
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His pain laid flat |
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Against the pane |
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He cries... shedding tears... though none are left |
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They cry... golden tears... vagabonds in the sand |
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The scream echoes silent |
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Within a world forever deaf |
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He sees within the other |
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Reality's reflection surreal |
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And as the bright stars arch |
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The power of the palm grows |
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Extinguishing his silent partner |
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And his phantom world |
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In contrary motion |
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He raises his frame |
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As the other falls... |
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Shattering upon the barren earth's kiss |
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Like a thousand sapphires |
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Reflecting the light of the stars |
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Flung against the night's canopy |
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And his end becomes clear |
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In rippling pools of a desert oasis... |
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Transcend the line drawn in the sand |
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By the remnants of his twin |
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Orphan the sanctity of the palm |
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And eschew the safety of its shadow |
