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The Box

sing and gleam, mountain stream
I know where you flow
falling down, losing ground
crash the world below

lose the dream
of purity you wanted me to bring
lose the dream
there’s nothing sacred now

something fails, yet still goes on
I was in the box, but now it’s gone

like a swirl, like a wave
changing me inside
suck me down, underneath
this is where I’ll hide

on and on
to bluer things you wanted me to bring
on and on
your arrow in my hand

something dies, yet still goes on
I was in the box, but now it’s gone

waterfall over me
holding up my hands
blue and cold, touching me
I don’t understand

how I feel
I waited for you everyday alone
standing there
there’s nothing certain now

losing form, yet flowing on
I was in the box, but now its gone

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