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And within the dark dark ocean
We walk amongst the waves
An oblivion of sound
From which we are all saved.

The fire in your eyes
Has been remarked upon before
But nothing does it justice
As much as seeing for.

The limits of our rhyme
Are not defined by our imagination
But with the confines of our time
And our exaggeration.

I can dream a million things
But in the back of my mind
I am so sure that this is a dream
And all falls on the line.

Thereís nothing more I see
That can be
More than I already do perceive
Can you help me?

Thereís only this shadow realm
Where all pictures to compare
Themselves with us, but unaware,
Like reflection

But silverís pale grip
Cannot possibly define
The feeling we all do give
To tow the line.

In this fakery
That comes from me
Donít dare invest yourself
Or else youíll see

Que sera, sera,
Youíve only yourself to blame
For being a reader of
This forgone shame.




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Remember my friend, despite all you are, all we are, the universe will tick on, long past our departure.


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