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Pulse
Calm
It's an interesting thing to consider
And under even more interesting circumstances
The light of dawn
The depth of midnight
Held in lovers' arms
One by one
Dashed and trampled chances
Clarity of reflection
Equability of heartache
Hopefulness
Sanguine temptation
There's a certain temperature
Warming cool that
Spreads from your soul extended
A gratitude rebounding
Thanks to the incomparable kindness
Of a strange smile
Unexpected hello
Shattered loneliness
Disturbed darkness
Handing reaching out all around me
Overwhelmed
It's like I can see past this mist
It's everywhere and I'm choking on it
There it is
It's like, "Am I dreaming?
"Am I being rescued at last?"
And I hear a voice clearer than any I've ever heard
It says, "I love you
"You're not alone
"You never have been"
Who knew that calm
Could cause such tremors
The shattering of my murkiness
The rushing thrill of being broken
The heat
The cold
The pounding
Help me, it's too much to handle
It's so quiet
It's so loud
It's like they're all looking at me
But then he takes my hand
And all is silence
It's an interesting thing to consider
And under even more interesting circumstances
The light of dawn
The depth of midnight
Held in lovers' arms
One by one
Dashed and trampled chances
Clarity of reflection
Equability of heartache
Hopefulness
Sanguine temptation
There's a certain temperature
Warming cool that
Spreads from your soul extended
A gratitude rebounding
Thanks to the incomparable kindness
Of a strange smile
Unexpected hello
Shattered loneliness
Disturbed darkness
Handing reaching out all around me
Overwhelmed
It's like I can see past this mist
It's everywhere and I'm choking on it
There it is
It's like, "Am I dreaming?
"Am I being rescued at last?"
And I hear a voice clearer than any I've ever heard
It says, "I love you
"You're not alone
"You never have been"
Who knew that calm
Could cause such tremors
The shattering of my murkiness
The rushing thrill of being broken
The heat
The cold
The pounding
Help me, it's too much to handle
It's so quiet
It's so loud
It's like they're all looking at me
But then he takes my hand
And all is silence
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