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The dream pure
Shape

She

Writes the complete story

Deep into what you are

So you might see what you  should be

What you can be

What you must be

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Enough the petty simpleness of who we pretend we are

The mundane

The trivial

The lovers who **** only

And cry on command

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As the world dies but you just think within your phoniness

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See

She

Writes the complete story where it can never be erased

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In the full glory

Flesh that contains

The names you give to

All the stars