and in the simplest of words, she knew about forgiveness
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and in passing, something true cried out
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as the wheel began to turn, there it loomed and burned
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in the awkwardness at hand, i don't understand
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lucid anne, lucid anne
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lucid anne, lucid anne
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and when she woke up from the day before
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no recollection of events which took place somewhere
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laughing only at the lines that now traced her eyes
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looking backwards through the glass, i think i missed the
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point
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and in the simplest of words, she spoke the only answer
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and in passing, something new cried out
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as the wheels began to turn, there it loomed and burned
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in the awkwardness at hand, now i understand
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Lucid Anne
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