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I'd paint you a picture But my image I may not convert I'd write you a song But my words can not be learnt I'd clasp to your words But they slide away like sand I'd fall into your hands But they move away, just a tad For you and me Will never quite see What it is in each other What we want to be We're both in a trap Like the rest of our friends We need to break free But only in the end It's really not hard to see Once you look at it simplistically We're all in a trap Encaged by this world A sense of self The impairment of our sight Is our real plight What we call "I" We should really call "us" It's the blinder to our lives The captor of our freedom The separation of each other Is what makes society shudder But fear not, dear It's not but an outgrown husk At the end of your life At the end of our years When unity reappears
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 9:22 PM UTC
When Unity Reappears
I'd paint you a picture But my image I may not convert I'd write you a song But my words can not be learnt I'd clasp to your words But they slide away like sand I'd fall into your hands But they move away, just a tad For you and me Will never quite see What it is in each other What we want to be We're both in a trap Like the rest of our friends We need to break free But only in the end It's really not hard to see Once you look at it simplistically We're all in a trap Encaged by this world A sense of self The impairment of our sight Is our real plight What we call "I" We should really call "us" It's the blinder to our lives The captor of our freedom The separation of each other Is what makes society shudder But fear not, dear It's not but an outgrown husk At the end of your life At the end of our years When unity reappears
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 9:22 PM UTC
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