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Laying dead in my own thoughts
That dawn was bright one day
It's weird that this is what I say
Was the sun a part of the world
Or was it a piece of what my ideas
Searched for in this so called life
I dream of none ending gravity
A limitation to an ambition that been
A sword cutting all the living plants
Is this is a seed of growing
That is ripping through my being
How can a curved dropp of water
Feed an straight line of seeds! !
I lay dead in my own land
Or am I being born again
In a realm called understand
I is not something I...