Come, take my hand, let's jump through the knot of the past
From the night where phantoms touch and tangle further, deeper as the day is closing in
Soft and fragile, there is grace in the dead of silence
As we drink gentle hands are shaping further, higher as the new day enters
Won't the mind run far away, way ahead of us,
And everything that will be and for us here and now
The old and the poor, from the way we hadn't seen before,
And the reality that shields us and clothes us makes us happy for things the day can offer
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