Spiral into a stream
The barometer of self esteem
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I replay to remember
A gift of joy that also brings sorrow
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On the Astral field from above
I gaze with a stare mimicked across the boundary
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Do you know who I am
Laid to rest is the forgotten man
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I am replaceable as a glass vase
If it shatters would it matter
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Free as a boy playing by a well
Danger and excitement to him it is joy
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We mainly realize it when were alone with it
Everyday it remains atmospheric
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