be the wind, be the cloud
mid-complex chasm with dim window
cloud waltz
come together
don't make yourself a weapon
i just don't have the gift
i wanna hold your hand (left behind)
let it be (having just seen across the universe)
there's nothing like we once thought holding it together but inertia and momentum
this could be a solar garden but no
when i find myself in time
won't you come out to play
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