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that there’ll be no war so many patterns from the same inkwell we seem not to know what to expect over and over we act like we’re blind still it’s all so correct
Leaves of memories swirl around us in the spinning air and we dance with everything that we have ever done have ever been and as we whirl along more memories are falling from the very places where dreams are born and bloom into the present in every world the Tree of Life goes on and on
So rise up happiness is here, you know there’s much to see yes, rise up where it all expands it is a waking dream so many epochs from the same inkwell all in all they still reflect over and over beyond our sense of time still it’s all so correct over and over and over and over over and over
Over and over beyond our sense of time it’s all so correct it’s all so correct it’s all so correct
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It's All So Correct
Moving people moving all the time we never stop losing losing bigger insights we just forgot so many stories from the same inkwell rivers of lives we intersect over and over back and forth through time it’s all so correct
Imagine having everything you need not wanting more picture it picture us deciding
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