What drifts about the ocean of the forest
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Is a swaying little boat filled with grief to the rim.
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It is the grief of wandering souls
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And a perfectly clear, lonely silence.
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The water drops of time fall along the leaves and branches.
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They drops shiver and fall with an innocent prayer
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Even if what reflects on the mirror on the surface of the water
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Is an inexpendable amount of sadness.
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Someone hurts you, and you take on the pain,
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And when you hurt someone, you immediately start running.
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Even if you are blown around by the severe cruel wind,
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You still keep those feelings you won't give up hidden in your heart.
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If you flow along to the peak of darkness,
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You will meet an amber butterfly who has been entrusted with the lapis lazuli,
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And just keeps fluttering around,
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The power of words of days passed on it's wings.
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If even a rusted decomposing bundle of keys
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Can embrace a sliver of hope
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Then there are treasures I must protect
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Before endearment turns into a crime.
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Force open the door of grief and move ahead.
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Even if this world was made for someone's sake,
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It is strong, fleeting and kind, and filled with truth and lies,
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And betrayal and sins. Accept them all.
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Oh, ones who live out a sad fate
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Oh, those who stand against the child who pretends to be destruction.
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So that someday, one day, in the sky you gaze at
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The sound of peace echoes out...
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Contradictory teardrops are the silver ocean spray of the waves.
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Even if this world was made for someone's sake,
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There is the silhouette of a distant day's dream
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Because it is simply and vividly right here.
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Someone hurts you, and you take on the pain,
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And when you hurt someone, you immediately start running.
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Even if you are blown around by the severe cruel wind,
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You still keep those feelings you won't give up hidden in your heart.
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