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In the midst of
truth I lay my thoughts
In the shadows of that which I feel
For I long to dream of a perfect place
And forget what I know to be real
And walk a path with
no regard
A trail of untrained sorrows
Guiding, but with no reward
They follow our tomorrows
Where void are mirrors and judgment
There is no one to know it
All is learned from deep inside
A full and loving spirit
With gentle force all heartaches and
All fear is cast asunder
Making way as perfect hearts
Reveal their hidden wonder
Let it go, let it go
Lest the shadows are tempted to stray
And dreams of surrender must once again
Belong to another day
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