The air carries the ashes too,
And then there are thoughts
That carry giving up, an ending, and
They carry changes,
Of the who of who I am,
Then there is a why, round the corner,
A life waits there in that, in that intelligence,
And the air is certain of the changes it carries
And brings it on all alone.
And then there are thoughts
That carry giving up, an ending, and
They carry changes,
Of the who of who I am,
Then there is a why, round the corner,
A life waits there in that, in that intelligence,
And the air is certain of the changes it carries
And brings it on all alone.
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