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The Living
There is a place where the dead can dance.
I've seen the ocean under their soles,
Where the waves move to the rhythm of a broken song.
God is somewhere on the floor,
Doing what he can to help the hostess smile.
I keep an eye out for my friends,
All of those beautiful people
Who were once grounded, flying
With no restriction from the living
Where wings are only products
Of thick imaginations,
And after I dig my feet into the sand,
I pull them up to let the earth sift around my toes,
Thinking whoever has freed my peers
Has expounded them as angels.
I say to them:
Wherever you are,
I'm glad you have found solace.
I will watch those waves,
And I will be whole.
As long as I can reminisce,
I will find happiness,
And so long as you are in my heart,
You are alive.?
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