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Oh my
Oh my
Where has this rock been placed today
Shoulders, back hidden perhaps
As the shadows move like grains of time
Into my head where soon I'll find
That if I ever wish to fly
Than all my desires must surely die
Oh my
A life that's beseeched my throne of horror
Moving with anxiety, in my abode I am a foreigner
Direction lost as I set sail
Drifting freely yet I feel so alone
As a sunray's radiance captivates
The weight upon my back sinks to my nerves
As long fingers pluck them like guitar strings in melody
My heart expansive such as the sky
But at the same time I deny
Oh my
