A Beautiful Dream
I don't count the daysI count the hours
Single hours
Til the moment we return to this midground
You and I
And finally
I cannot hide, and you cannot lie
And in an echoing canyon of contortion and furiosity
There is a stop
A truth
A word, A love affair, A simple mystical life changing adaptation
And Creation
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