nothing is real there is no light left to steal no black hole sun no echo from the round I'm a rabbit on the run through this silent field no garden no more fills with sound he's gone to ground bigger than the sky he's the reason why I came this way to begin with..
the moment surreal light as it steals rain from our cheeks clouds from the peak of mountains crossed strangers and the last lost sound in my throat love as it floats free of its rusty cage friend and sage my hero Chris.
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