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Within this instance, new with morning dew,
You come back to me,
Joyous and new.
You come back to me,
As soon as I need you.

Nearby heavy-hearted, eyes wide open,
Appear before me,
Reality profoundly broken.
Appear before me,
Feelings reluctantly reawoken.

Completely paralyzed, feet trapped in glue,
Forever I search,
Never once finding a clue.
Forever I search,
Away with you, my heart flew.

Nightly weepings, darkness mindlessly creeping,
Before the light,
Something is forever fleeting.
Before the light,
Dreams newly lie sleeping.

Beyond white walls, freedoms abound.
A clock numbingly ticks,
Please, I beg, let me be found.
A clock numbingly ticks,
Helpless I lay, six feet underground.

Avenge my fall, malice and all,
Down upon these lands,
Unforeseeable future undoubtedly small.
Down upon these lands,
Hatred seeps through a thick wall.

Within this instance, shines divine light,
You come back to me,
Haunted, past intentions out of sight.
You come back to me,
Finally breaching, over the horizon

Daylight.

Rising sun, bright is its shine,
Breaking through silence,
I would have been able to call you mine.
Breaking through silence,
Ghostly whispers, shivering spine.
Breaking through silence,

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