Underworld/Overworld
Sidewalks in a dream within a dream
The old smell of earth, bathed
The brand new taste of furious skies
Unseen rooms and hidden aisles of my home
Birds as sparks into the evening
Circling, diving
It's more like if I was the river
That I see from here
Some hearts never stop
Have to leave now
Feel at home in my dream
But it is yours now
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So, if the good die young, I have to be the worst of them all.
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