I see something that wasn't there before
Between the crash of your island
And the hush of my shores
Reading like Sylvia drowning her fears
I'm caught between your cosmic smile and
martyr tears burning holes through the floor
And the hush of my shores
Reading like Sylvia drowning her fears
I'm caught between your cosmic smile and
martyr tears burning holes through the floor
Conflicting dreams...
While creative elements within the human mind take form at random,
in secret, nature's basic elements dance on another plane.


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