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stained feet (a year in a day)
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moon alignment (planet cracked) longed for the mystery,
found myself dead in the history.
lost in the dance hall.
I think this is an October evening in my summer somber.
It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid of the winding bending of time,
The sky is getting dark and the finish line is still out of sight,
What I been looking for shall not be sought.
I need a calm breeze,
I need to be something softer when I leave.
This dance has been stiff,
Broke the glance,
Lance to the mind.
You cant leave this place,
You believe that the marrow holds something
but I've been trying to tell you that the fire lives some place more free...
a year in a day
