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Company of SeashellsI lie in the sand under the palm tree / Sand between the toes, crashing in the sea. / I count the stars, for the seventh time now

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If beauty had a nameIf beauty had a name, / Oh, what would it be? / It’d be more dazzling,

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In The Beginning...The wildlife of the forests / Galloping, crawling, scattering, / The harmony of the ecosystem

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A GemThe glistening spherical platform / Capturing the eye with a hue, / Of transparent blue.

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Half a HeartbeatThe noise surrounding misbehaves; / The presence of devotion. / Covenants made until the graves,

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Manifesting reticence of the Engine of LifeManifesting reticence of the engine of life / Is the gateway to emancipation of adoration. / If I myself am glorified by a refined opposite,

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Upon the spring of a time once pastUpon the spring of a time once past, / An introduction was conducted by one / To another where the time would come.

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Upon the tides of seaUpon the tides of sea / There agreed upon an armistice / And impossible reconciliation

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Giving You UpWe're not going to get over this / No common sense anywhere in sight / Strangers merely passing in the night

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A virus overwhelmed meA virus overwhelmed me / One as quite unique / Different from all others,

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