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The feeling
Could almost be worn
As easily
As wearing a suit.
Have become
Blind in the search for light.
Plateau of white
Expanding into your dreams
Time will never
Return
What is here Lost
Making
Deserts bloom
But not for us
We traded
Our tending sky
For his hands
Plateau of white
Expanding into your dreams
Time will never
Return
What is here Lost
Plateau of white
Expanding into your dreams
Sanded down by years
And dried out by the sun
Sanded down
By the dark mantra of our times.
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