
There's a fragile tension that's keeping us going. It may not last forever, but always is flowing. It's something magical in the air, something so tragic we have to care. There's a strange obsession, it's drawing us nearer. We don't understand it, it never gets clearer. It's something mystical in our dreams, it's so simplistic it kicks and screams. There's a dizzying feeling, that's keeping us flying through glittering gauntlet without even trying.
It's something radical in our hands
But nothing logical to our plans
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