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I sit here with these shackles
Through harvest moon and seed
We all make our choices
On a cross your meant to bleed
Clocks are barely ticking
Dry river flowing fast
Mirror glass is turning
As future touches past
Today I heard a cloud die
But it didn't make a sound
My thoughts about the sea
And of all things lost and found
They say there's always hope
Like in shadows there are stars
And I can almost touch her Venus
But these shackles are on Mars...
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A broken stone, can't touch the water...
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