Oh, but for a moment of clarity.
To see the clouds part.
To stand under the bright sun.
Oh, let the light stream through me.
Illuminate the desires,
I know naught of.
Oh, may the murky waters part.
Reveal the riverbed.
All the sunken trinkets.
Oh, but my dreams only fade.
The waters churn grey.
The clouds grow dark.
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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