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gathering in the glass/
all the running days I craved/
each has it's melody/
gladdening & grave/
n those times are beautiful/
I can't make them fade/
break the mirror tip the glass over n shatter the day....
when I refuse you/
still you spurn my frightened flight/
you walk into the room/
n yr bringing it all alive/
n those times are beautiful/
I won't let them pass/
this is truly all I want/
we meet here at last.../
then I don't hide/,
n there is nothing to conceal/
you pull me towards you/
n I'm alive again n real.


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