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Every pin point of power
Ripples into greatness one day
The leaves of the surrendering shower
Scattering off to their own lives to pray
Dreams cannot paint so pretty a picture
And still in your heart you truly miss her
The one who you shot each day blindly
Too bad fairy tales cannot all end kindly
Every link to the heavens we find here
We implant in our memories as treasure
Be it a misty morning, or afternoon so clear
The beauty we constantly try to measure
Dreams cannot paint so pretty a picture
And still in your heart you truly miss her
The one who you shot each day blindly
Too bad fairy tales cannot all end kindly
Blessed with wind and oncoming rain
The azure storm brews for each of us
It drenches both the crazy and the sane
The ongoing struggle in each of us
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