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Heat waves
To feel thy scorching heat
upon my soul I shall take
To rise from my state ever so weak
and a whole new life I shall make
I will walk amongst the changing flame
and make my way through the dryest lands
upon my breath I utter the lost name by name
As I watch the precious time slip like grains of sand
I know not what the future brings
or how dark or rigid the path may be
But in the winding hours I hear the angels sing
and I know in the end I will be free
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upon my soul I shall take
To rise from my state ever so weak
and a whole new life I shall make
I will walk amongst the changing flame
and make my way through the dryest lands
upon my breath I utter the lost name by name
As I watch the precious time slip like grains of sand
I know not what the future brings
or how dark or rigid the path may be
But in the winding hours I hear the angels sing
and I know in the end I will be free
© All Rights Reserved
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