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daybreak
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2019-05-15
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the wind and fresh air feel good on my skin
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and a strange happiness fills my heart
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as if everything will be alright
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and the world is beginning again
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last I sat here was at the apocalypse
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wondering if the world would ever be okay since
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and while the past few months have been a strain,
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everything will wash away in the rain
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Vane of three years ago, give me a sign
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because I've been feeling you smile through the chasm of time
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did you know this would happen? is this why you wrote
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that the only real future was the one that you chose?
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a shredded leaf sits at my feet
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a relic from a time when thoughts were replete
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and I sit here in silence, wind at my back
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and a spirit from another world at my side
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rain comes from snow, and puddles from ice
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and crows in the sky, and ground filled with mice
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and ants from the air, like a god's springtime scourge
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this is a place I might never see again
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like that basement where I met my first alien friend
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dear arboretum, from cradle to grave,
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pray to whatever god you believe in, that my soul they might save
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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