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i got close enough to the river that i couldn't hear the trucks |
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but not close enough to stop the roaring of my mind |
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these rocks don't care if i live or die |
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everyone i know will finally turn away |
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i will confuse and disinterest all posterity |
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lost wisdom |
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is a quiet echo |
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lost wisdom |
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by the edge of the stream at dusk |
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is a quiet echo on loud wind |
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with one hand in the water running cold and clear |
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fog obliterates the morning and i don't know where i am |
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the heart is pounding and you are always on my mind |
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lost wisdom |
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is a quiet echo |
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lost wisdom |
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a boulder under the house |
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i used to know you |
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now i don't |
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the screaming wind said my name |
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i think significant and dark |
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my lost face in the mirror at the gas station |
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who are you but my face that i wake up with alone |
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lost wisdom |
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approaching shape in the low light |
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you thought you knew me |
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you thought our house was home |
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i thought i knew myself |
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i thought my heart was calm |
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thunder lightning |
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tidal wave |
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the wind blew down the door |
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lost wisdom |
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the river goes through the room |
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i saw your picture out of nowhere |
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and forgot what i was doing |
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everything vanished in your eclipse |
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a constellation of moments comes to life in the void |
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lost wisdom |
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face down under the moss |
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enraptured by the beautiful face in the billowing flames |
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i open the front and back door and let the wind blow through |
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and i stood in the house and tried to hold the breeze |
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lost wisdom |
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waking up in a pile of ash |
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secret knowledge |
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comes to me in the dusk |
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showed me the river |
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i saw me |
