Where the city lie to take the mountain high.
Like shooting through the sky or seeing
through your eye. The sound
blinds out a cry Angels in the midst
there is no more of this the arrow
shoots and missed or wells that grant
your wish. In the end
its all the same the second to
the main. take shelter from the rain.
Wakeing up "you came" or wonder on your name.
Storms are waging the world is changing .
We're rearranging again and again.
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