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On |
This long |
Winter's night |
I dream of flying |
And stretch my soul |
On wings of silver threads |
To reach some place I recognize |
Some place like home |
Where I am known |
Some place filled with memories |
Of a time before I was who I am becoming |
I wander in a universe of sparkling lights |
Seeking peace in this bit of me I call myself |
Exploding to fine dust among the dancing stars |
Ready to wake up to the new year |
Ready to begin again |
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