Walking down the path of a dream
Vivid dense and clear to full tone
Voiceless spirits gather to scream
Of a real never to condone
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Tremors of tomorrow I feel
Reach and heal the oncoming blaze
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Floating on a wisp of black ink

We weave the truth that should have been
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Soaring above the Greys and Blues
We work in the fabric of dreams
For eye masters would create hues
Welding real into not what it seems