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Blinded: this star-light's flood parched skin cooled by an arid breeze ...the sand is the sea.
Misunderstanding will do no wrong if what's real is what you can see ...and the colors are changing.
Speak to each other in shades of gray watch the clouds drift afar and my irises fade my world in decay I'll escape to oblivion ...and here I will stay.
I'll blind your eyes; I am starlight's flood gazing down, so far away ...here I'll stay.