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The Edge

This rough stage you didn’t plan on

The words to say sweet

Knowing more than what others think

Hoping someone out there to reach

With sound falling on the walls

It’s my eyes above it all

Caressing you as you sway

The light shining comes from the highway

A playground most don’t know

Why the things you say are just things

Not to be accumulated

Swept on the melody of melancholy

Carrying the crowd

The sway below meeting feet of many

Like the oceans tide

The rise and break on window panes

To release breath of air

That way I may actually touch you

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