I SWEAR. I KNEW. I DOUBTED. I REPENTED. I SENT IT AWAY AND BEGGED FOR IT BACK – GRACE ON A WING, A CHANCE TO SING THE SONG VICTORY. I CHASE THE RAINBOW AT THE OTHER END OF GREY SKIES TO SING & MOVE WITH THE CARELESS WIND, BUILD MY TEMPLE UP, STRONG ENOUGH TO GET DOWN & DESTROY THE BLACK PETALS OF ROSA. HE WILL BRING FORTH MY RIGHTEOUS MIND ON A PRAYER. ONLY IT SEES THE WAY OUT OF NO WAY, SPACE & TIME.
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