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innocence I've always believed life was an abstract innocence
a morality lifted the mind above all conscience
I never needed to overstep that line
until I reached out for a glimpse of her face
this love is the purest simple feeling
which has painted lines across my lips like
pale black skies that roll on and on
to new days that dawn in the haze
Living like this has got me dreaming
but not in my sleep, just with every breath
I can taste the inside of all the air
and it all tastes sweet, the passing of feet
they tiptoe into the corridors
and mazes life has brought me, oh
they all seem so much more beautiful
these green leaves and the gentle breeze
that scath and torment me with kisses
almost as if their rosy hands
were there to caress my hair
Moments are years, fogged up rain
appears sometime, to hide these secret smiles
and disguise them with those average frowns
I see running away from the world
some of these days
