Is not what is seen
From blatant, bold exteriors
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Folds of clay just soft enough
Cause your brow to go near her
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In curiosity
Complete
Blank stares and heavy thoughts
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Counting days of a life dismayed
like clouds, no sign of drout
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We come from yielding who we are
once before unknown
The one today is gone forever
In light may come from roam
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The unforeseen is mean you see
But see not what you want
See from day to day
What noise?
The memory, moaning stopped
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