The Earth,, the wind, the sky, the sea
The birth, the life, the air we breathe
The truth, the lies, the in between
The hate, the love, the waking dream
In the waking dream, of all the things unseen, the cycle is complete
The universe has justified my life and set me free
A smile spreads across my face, prepares me for the ride
The setting sun begins to set the perfect way t die.
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