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As the Excellence of a Soul Passing Through
That lonely third space
Floating away from the Sun
Stings me in the back of my head
While the moon is looking down at us
No more of that funny love compels me
No more of those honey words devour me
No more scents of sweet grass during
The twilight of our days
In the speck of an hourglass of us
While there's no more time
to discourage
between you and I
We each chose silence
Sold this classic summer
In the filaments of our hood
So, I in the issuance of our age
Empower a seed
So please
Speak easy into the wind for me
As I'll do the same
As there comes a time
Where the river washes over us
When truth embers our name
While Breath breathes upon
A melancholic song
As the Earth is ever so present
As there's a caregiver in all of us
Down to the simplest dot
For when we exude
A certain type of love
Encompassing all
We'll burn a fire so bright
This fabric of ours will dye
A new color of kaleidoscopic dreams
In scenes we all sought before
As seen, you and I onto me
From the crown at the top of my tree
We are all self-fulfilling prophecies
As the clouds came back down eventually
A scenery I set upon my mind to release
As the excellence of a soul passing through
Floating away from the Sun
Stings me in the back of my head
While the moon is looking down at us
No more of that funny love compels me
No more of those honey words devour me
No more scents of sweet grass during
The twilight of our days
In the speck of an hourglass of us
While there's no more time
to discourage
between you and I
We each chose silence
Sold this classic summer
In the filaments of our hood
So, I in the issuance of our age
Empower a seed
So please
Speak easy into the wind for me
As I'll do the same
As there comes a time
Where the river washes over us
When truth embers our name
While Breath breathes upon
A melancholic song
As the Earth is ever so present
As there's a caregiver in all of us
Down to the simplest dot
For when we exude
A certain type of love
Encompassing all
We'll burn a fire so bright
This fabric of ours will dye
A new color of kaleidoscopic dreams
In scenes we all sought before
As seen, you and I onto me
From the crown at the top of my tree
We are all self-fulfilling prophecies
As the clouds came back down eventually
A scenery I set upon my mind to release
As the excellence of a soul passing through
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