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Water broken voice, saturates a microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering, little to what it knows
Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
When heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Eternally, the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering, little to what it knows
Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
When heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Eternally, the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted
Water broken voice
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Kaleidoscopes
Kaleidoscopes
Kaleidoscopes
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