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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