Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons Better than witnessing newborn nebulaes in bloom She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings I haven t felt the way I feel today In so long it s hard for me to specify I m beginning to notice how much this feels Like a waking limb
pins and needles
nice to know you Goodbye
nice to know you Goodbye
nice to know you Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go And higher than the heights of what we often think we know Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze I haven t felt the way I feel today In so long it s hard for me to specify I m beginning to notice how much this feels Like a waking limb
pins and needles
nice to know you Goodbye
nice to know you Goodbye
nice to know you So could it be that it has been there all along? |
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