it's your grace there on dew, forever chasing lights, the morning taste of you, on planes as second sight, not e'er been here to heal, this living's wanting phase, in light i'm come to feel, scant hope for coming days, scratching at the lines again, 'twixt here and something far, no matter thoughts that e'er remain, you don't know who you are, away so clean amongst the veiled, not yet become a star, in kindly turns the solemn flail, perspective coming clear, affording substance spirit lifts, pale seekers drown in drear, allegiances forever drift, we're coming into light anew, faint figures fading fast, i'm craving but a taste of you, so free of dyes long cast...
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