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Truth Shaking Its Head At Sunrise

a private place
where nobody dwells
i feel completely healed
i think i am lying again

a quiet beach
waves as bashful as my presentation
my mind and my heart is completely stilled
i think i am crying again

a peaceful existence
skies so surprisingly cooperative
the nucleus of my sanity now has a fully renovated shield
i think i am dying again
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