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Jostle
So I became so silent
I could no longer hear
Be bright my city of tears
I grew so tiny in all of my ways
I could no longer reach myself
Be brave my state of sake
So I became so simple at ease
When I could no longer live among the drowned
Be blessed my might of sea
Is when I became so calm
I could no longer live awake
Be patient my need of peace
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Brooke Noble
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