When you cannot find yourself
Go chase the shadows
And know that you must be there
Somewhere:
Between each transient shape
And the blistering sun.
When you cannot find yourself
Go chase the shadows
And know that you must be there
Somewhere:
Between each transient shape
And the blistering sun.
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