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Wake me in the dead of night,

That passion won’t fail and we still know,

That all things broken shall come and go.

Ephemeral longing to remain, ideas of forever

Colliding in my brain.

They can’t be helped but turned around,

In their echo I find things only profound.

Stars glimmer just beyond all hope

That’s come and gone,

to know their grace

just once more,

To be Reminded of all that’s still in store.

Over is a state of mind.

It’s up to you to be left behind.

Think with care upon this point,

Blessings be known, we shall anoint.

perspective is all to know,

Make something new before you go.





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