The word miracle isn't really worth the same
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As a measure of marvel in heaven as it is on earth
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Because extraordinary happenings are commonplace in the promised land
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So the precedent is modified
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God itself decides the phenomenom fairly fantastic in nature
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Happens very rarely by standards set by the practicing masters
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Of the spectactular arts in paradise
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As I strolled aimlessly edges of sacrement one day
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I wasn't looking and died by accident
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With sugar on my tongue and a breeze in each armpit
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I descended to heaven cross-legged by magic carpet
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Carried along through tunnels by a flow of waves
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I met this soul with the role of issuing haloes
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His name was Aurora, one time bet-maker
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Everything he said he sang like Chet Baker
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He explained the significance of the halo's intentions
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The way that each increment of its dimensions
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Bore a correlation to the core of your essence
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With factors including the learning of lessons
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Things that matter the most here being
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Reflect and direct on the gleam that you're seeing
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Overall size of the particle density
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As it corresponds to the mission intensity
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Well over 400 factors with gradients
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Come into play with each new halo's radiance
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With congratulations and repeating my name
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He also assured me that no two are the same
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It allows you a glimpse of each person's spirit
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Without having to come anywhere near it
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So with halo in place and my thankfulness pledged
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My resident status in heaven was full-fledged
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One day in eternity after riding a teeter-totter with God
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I fell asleep with my feet in the water of a lake by a tree
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In a quiet little place where i could be by myself with the sun on my face
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A little while later I awoke to a rumbling
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And opened my eyes to see a scene so humbling
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I couldn't quite catch my breath
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And my pulse doubled as the lake looked like it boiled as it bubbled
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But instead of scalding my skin it was soothing
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And it only felt like my imagination was melting
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And trickling into a pool of fluid intuition
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As secret splendor came to fruition
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My own eyes surrendered as rapture found its purpose
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As beautiful harmonies danced on the surface
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Abstract shapes of all colors first did a dance and then floated
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From each bubbled bursted
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Literally billions of magnificent things
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Would quake and quiver on top of the lake
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I glanced left and right to see if maybe anyone else was dreaming this dream
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When I turned all the way with my back to the spectre
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I saw there an angel in the form of perfection
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I felt paralyzed and my voice tried to hide
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She glided and gently moved her hips from side to side
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Without moving her feet, her hand held out in front of her
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Calm and collected my hopes in her palm
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The closer she came, and something about her
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The most soothing sound grew louder and louder
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Intense pleasure ran the length of my spine
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As I pulled her towards me with the stength of my mind
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When our hands finally touched she told me she loved me
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And the shapes from the lake filled the whole sky above me
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Instead of our tongues we spoke with our eyes
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While music and color pulsed from the skies
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It shines
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Our edges are dreams running lengthwise
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Our secret wishes fluttering lightyears
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We fashioned inferences in disguise shapes together
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You are the space between my exhales
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Our way of understanding is eyes closed navigation
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We twist slivers of unconsciousness into sacrement
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Ghosts waltz around our backs
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Our ideas converge to form corners to hide in
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Quicker than dreams we traded our charms
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Then spent eternity in each others arms
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It was a miracle in heaven
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You could see it and hear it everywhere
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The synthesis of two souls and one spirit
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Our haloes were the exact same size
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Secret Splendor
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