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Hardened solid is the clay
that shapes the way I am today
I dream escape from endless grief
restoring child-like belief
Experience has made me cold
Stolen who i was before
Left behind half of a whole
Changed the essence of my core
I wish to dance in brilliant light
Cleanse my soul with gentle rain
Slumber sound in dark of night
At dawn awaken without pain
Soar up high in skies above
Gaze down upon meadows green
Once again believe in love
and have faith in things unseen
Memories that formed the clay
Although impossible to do
Will them all to melt away
and live the bliss that I once knew
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