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The time cutter threads the sky through a hole in my soul,
the clocks i hear dream about infinity
peering into the sky i see reflected constellations begin to fall
the clocks drift into sleep waking me up to eternity.
It has taken two dreams to seperate me from my shadow,
he stands in a valley waiting for the rains to replenish a stream,
and to bargain with his shadow for directions back to my dream,
i wake up under water my shadow cannot hear my instructions i am merely an echo.
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whoever you are come forth these are the days that must happen to you.
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