Now it's so hard to separate
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my disappointments from his name.
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because shadows stretch behind the truth,
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where stained glass offers broken clues
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and fear ties knots and pulls them tight.
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it leaves us paralyzed.
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but in the end such tired words will rest.
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the truth will reroute the narrow things they've said.
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the marionette strings will lower and untie
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and out of the ashes, love will be realized.
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God knows that we've been naive
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and a bit
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nearsighted to say the least.
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it's broken glass at children's feet
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that gets swept aside unexpectedly.
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Side By Side
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| Sleeping At Last |
