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It Is What It Seems

It’s all right
Bring your darkness
Bring your light
I won’t cast stones
I didn’t come to fight

We’re walking now
Waiting for time to pass
I have my plow
You have your fields
What will our hearts allow?

There is silence
At the end of a phrase
Echoing, trying to make sense
Was it really ever there?
Longing knows no pretense

Holding on to dreams
Even once they become real
Even if you don’t know what it means
Take the moment home
Believe, it is what it seems

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