Rubbing my unopened eyelids, I can see
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Into a pastel-patterned future
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I'll pursue an inlaid symbol
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My expression one of reeling it in close
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Say, what was it that I've been searching for?
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When, let me think, was it?
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That we met as we defied gravity
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It's like a waltz, isn't it? So wondrous
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At a crossroad lit with sunbeams seeming to whisper through the trees
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As the two of us rotate as if in a waltz,
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Throwing up all my overheated emotions,
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I could see the landscape
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Over half a year ago, I made it smolder
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By setting the image on fire
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What was it that I've lost?
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Even so, I'm fine, I tell you
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We'll probably seek out comparisons with our gravity
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It's like a waltz, isn't it? So lovely
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As we listen to chirps that seem to murmur
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As if we're dancing a waltz, the two of us
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Ah, repaint reality, which is playing dumb, with primary colors
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I'll draw you close to me, so, please
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From there on, let's continue to dance
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It's like a waltz, isn't it? So wondrous
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At a crossroad lit with sunbeams seeming to whisper through the trees
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As the two of us rotate as if in a waltz,
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