Whose stretching arms match the hunger of mine
These lips will they never join?
Always draw me closer and further entwined.
With a promise dealer, understand all freedoms fade away
To a point of view where many different pathways meet
And we're standing on this precipice with nothing much to save
But the deep blue screams of falling dreams
with our next move..."










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