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A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day |
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As I feel this reality gently fade away |
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Riding on a thought to see where it's from |
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Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come |
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Smoke paints the air swirling images through my mind |
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Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind |
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And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting |
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As time slips by carefully navigating by the stars in the sky |
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And I sit and |
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I think to myself |
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And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb |
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And it seems like it's been so long since he shined |
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But I'm sure it was only yesterday |
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NamasteA cold chill of fear cut through me |
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I felt my heart contract |
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To my mind |
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I brought the image of light |
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And I expanded out of it |
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My fear was just a shadow |
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And then a voice spoke in my head |
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And she said, "Dark is not the opposite of lightIt's the absence of light" |
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And I thought to myself |
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She knows what she's talking about |
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And for a moment |
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I knewWhat it was all about |
