Correspondence with heaven, send a letter to see the devil
Spend a lifetime waiting for a response. We just didn't know,
there was no way to know. Everything fell into place when we feared
our own shadow as it made its way to hide behind us, we faced him
it was then that we drew, our conclusions became delusions
floating on the ether, high upon the clouds
riding the back of Pegasus, the winged muse of hope.
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