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the silver lining
Imagination is the sky
sometimes it just floats on by
like on a nice day sitting inside, crying, dying, sighing
wishing that back then you were not lying
Things have changed and now just the idea
of her comes in fast and clear
at first before it gets worse, fleeting, bleeding, seething
with the pain from the loss, how are you breathing?
Imagination can take you far away
without feet on the ground, forget to stay
in the beginning you just wanted to play, be free, to see, to be
stormclouds fade away into what's left of me
