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In the Abyss
Temperatures plummet
Cold ice on the ground
The dreams of many
And the make-believe in me
As the moon sets beyond the horizon
It’s jagged gorgeous beauty
Rays of light in the rain
Mixed with blood
I wash it off
And feel the birds
Stretch their wings
As heaven opens
The world cries
The fire burns
Inside my soul
Sickly sweet breaths
Of hope
As my blood races
As I fly
Will you take my hand?
Will you fly with me?
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