Of the days passed. And the memories...
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I saw the energies merge within.
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In powerless destruction.
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Glittering.
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With my head high. Happy. And open to receive. Have you got gifts?
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In the dystopia of your own making.
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Which one will it be?
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A gentle pitter-patter.
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Start seeing yourself as I see you.
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But not ever owned.
