Tangled in a web
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of belief and disbelief
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entertaining possibilities:
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other-worldliness
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civility.
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I was born of an ancient land
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beheld on modern feet.
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I was torn from my mother's hand
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and sworn not to repeat
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all the lives I had lived before
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before life taught me death.
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I was kissed
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by a gentler wind
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then given back
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my breath.
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And with this
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I have learned to sing
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before I learned to cry
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to the heights
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of the angels wings
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who taught me how to fly.
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And I'm flying over misery
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and all that it could bring.
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And I'm dancing over history.
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And I'm uncrowning the king.
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For the throne he once sat upon
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was seated in my heart.
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I made room to invite you in
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then took the room apart.
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'Cause the heart
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is an open space
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not invitation only.
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Love arrived
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- looked me in the face -
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as if the truth were lonely.
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But the truth
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is beyond belief
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as love is without reason.
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Sun and Moon
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crowded in a leaf
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of cycle and of season.
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And the leaf
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it will change and fall
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before new days are risen.
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But , my love,
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I am here to stay.
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A kiss within a vision
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of a forest filled with laughter
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filled with song from every tree.
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This new season in forever.
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Bud and sprout
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beyond belief.
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Believe
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Ayo |