It's the School of Seven Bells with Half asleep. Sometimes I go hold days, listening board half half asleep I won't say anything that's worth a thing to me one day

suddenly time took a turn that once felt so free

I blink to see the light goes fading quickly

Why can't desert none

The dream of the soul

We can become an addiction

during the summer of days connection

and there's an answer

and I feel of no one who has a shape

but peace will now through the other still comes in the day I feel like But it's been blown Through the hours

It comes in the day

Aware

My darling

These things I say

I mean are just

traces of something

I want to feel

again I see

our time

expanding the air

almost forcibly

spreading thinner

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