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Something will set it apart
You'll recognize it in the moment
it will speak through your heart
but I'm weak now, from sloth and lack of pursuit
waiting for a sound, but the echo is mute
Something's supposed to take hold of me
but the hold is ill-repute
Let's take up to the rooftop and watch for shoot signs
and let the sun fall down and the night unwind
in silence so much is spoken
so much revealed
i recognized it in that moment
and in that moment i was healed