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So our thoughts

Will not go away

And our blood still boils

And our mind still foils

     The perfect dream alive

     Where no one can discern

I could fly

In the morning

     If I lived inside a lie

     With nothing to concern



But everyday

Our lives go on

And our bodies regress

And our cheeks get wet

     From every broken heart

     We didn’t have to take

I could stand

In the shallows

     If I wasn’t torn apart

     And swimming in the lake



Cast off saying

“Soon we will meet”

And our eyes run dry

And our hands will try

     To say what we mean

     When we’re out of breath

I could wave

To a stranger

     If I wasn’t in a dream

     By myself without death