When the bulbs burn out, and all is free,
and the
I land here everytime with nothing in the end.
I chose
Dearest understanding, you have opened my eyes.
I could be what
You've been searching for some meaning, needing more than some
You're sailing far away.
Where do you have to go?
You're finding
Sunshine, peeking past the scales that blot my eyes, just
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