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Liberty resting
in the light such as this
no fear shall prevail
no sound will deafen again
no mountain stand its ground
the song is heard at last
voices from within
rivers of unknown magnitude
the beauty of laughter
spun once more
as silver strings of promise
there can be no existence
no hope of belonging
no purpose in life
without liberty
without evolution
or the enigma of love
do not stand with me
sweet death of colour
deliver unto me the morning
orange canvas opening mind
darkness scattering at last
pliant fingers unchain the restless ghosts
the haunting soon will follow
the sword is drawn
and the fire split
between the teeth of dawn
do not wake trembling delight
do not wake without the dream in your smile
do not wake if you have not come for my soul
I lied when I said I was special...
no fear shall prevail
no sound will deafen again
no mountain stand its ground
the song is heard at last
voices from within
rivers of unknown magnitude
the beauty of laughter
spun once more
as silver strings of promise
there can be no existence
no hope of belonging
no purpose in life
without liberty
without evolution
or the enigma of love
do not stand with me
sweet death of colour
deliver unto me the morning
orange canvas opening mind
darkness scattering at last
pliant fingers unchain the restless ghosts
the haunting soon will follow
the sword is drawn
and the fire split
between the teeth of dawn
do not wake trembling delight
do not wake without the dream in your smile
do not wake if you have not come for my soul
I lied when I said I was special...
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