Sweat past the exterior Sun on my face
The clouds say hello from the far side of the room
A dark film between two dilated cameras and the world leaves me extracted from society
I died a hundred deaths for lucy, each one of them as real as the last
But the rebirth, innumerable in count and kindness
A sunset that will never be forgotten leading to a sunrise that isn't hardly noticed
Fear is smothered by beauty and beauty is compromised over time
A little bit of breathing can keep you alive for a long time
It's hard enough going home with who you brought to the dance
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