Did you try to sing it aloud
I hear it rhyme with the beats
Air,its stuffed with your words
Ride the dreams to the zenith
I can close my eyes to see you leave
Blindness show me the beauty of my present
my cold hands brush those warm visions
I fail again to remain blind
the colors clutch open my eyes
to see another new shadow to trace
with a bleeding feet,I glide
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thou lament, and curse the gift
of time. Hark, Forborne are the
blessed, whose strength lies not in whims, but patient long suffering
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