Give us energy of ten thousand suns,
To burst radiant, streaking 'cross the sky, and shoot me-a canyon through some surreal universe, so I might meet Time today, and He may know my name. Grass grows greenly, Water waves a blue farewell, and Fire forgets the flame. Then, that's when, we'll splendidly dance away, and still, I'll know your face. All glory, that shaking sound to rattle like sand inside a soul. All the broken pieces fit; it's how we know we're whole.
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