Your quietude fills the air and there's a mindful, restlessness that was beside me
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Frail, thin thoughts that won't let go
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And their trailings poison everything
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And I swear I will never huddle at your feet
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Too lost and too scarred to belong
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Too tired and alone to go on
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But then the dreams behind your eyes unfold and make you shine
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And though my heart's so weary of stolen love
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It always finds me
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That witch's brew of fortitude and kindness
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The faint, tranquil glow that shimmers where you go
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Oh, I know, it makes no sense
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But every time it brings that feeling back again
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The light, and the love,and the hope
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The haste of it all as it grows
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The darkness of my light is sowing in my smile
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Quietude
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| Madder Mortem |
