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a silent morning
your love, ringing in my ears
awake, sleepy, knowing you sleep
wishing we both were dreaming deep
and silent it is, except for the street
the buzzing of fans, of wandering feet
with people who question the people they meet
which one will be my defeat?
the river dark, the summer light
what cataclysm has the right
the send you off into the night
and leave me burning bright
so thoughts destroy me, dreams deny
the substance of my alibi
the severed hope that one day I
could still be taught to fly
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