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My finger twitches and I realize I'm still alive
I look to the air to see if I can,
But all I can see is the sound of your voice
A stinging of sorts is bringing me near
A ringing of bells is all I can hear
Whipped like the boy that was raised by another
I cling to the floor don't want to get up
A tear on my pillow soils my daydream
A wink from the night and I see whats in store
Exposing my skin to a radiant light
Burning the places I've kept to myself
I wish for the want to be it which I need
And pray for the right thought to help me along
My eye starts to twitch as I see I can see
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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