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Standing underneath a waterfall
Watching through the ripples makes it even
I don't think I'm missing anything
It's all a change of season
Then time
Cripples what I cannot see
Grateful that it makes me blind
So blind to the light
Could it be
A way to understand
That nothing in your soul
Is out of focus
Every thought is just a grain of sand
The energy that chose us
As time
Cripples what I cannot see
Grateful that it makes me blind
So blind to the light
As all of the storms begin to pass
The memories fade
I know that the walls are made of glass
So the distance doesn't wane
And all the little details carve their shapes and stay alive in me
Could it be
A way to understand
That nothing in your soul
Is out of focus
Every thought is just a grain of sand
The energy that chose us
To fly
Out above the open sea
Riding on the wind
As our time
Cripples what we cannot see
Grateful that it makes us blind
So blind to the light
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