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This is for you, the one that's here. |
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A circle resolves, sorrow follows, a crescent appears. |
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This was not the arrangement made. |
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What can you do when mother nature steals the lead? |
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The strangest part is what's gained from loss, |
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And to lose what's lost, |
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And to gain what's not. |
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But you took me in with open arms, |
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Because only time and love move this world along. |
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You woke up in the prime of night. |
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Neurological poltergeist was the culprit, |
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Too strong to alight. |
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Then he spoke to you of me. |
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Said "shapeshift my love, don't let him go, try to explain." |
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She will drink and speak of it. |
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Curse artificial confidence. |
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But it is drenched with innocence. |
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Beautiful blinding reflections. |
