No equation
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to explain the division of the senses
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No sound to reflect
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the radiance of time
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In the beginningest dream
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Halls of disorder
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Where we are swept to encircle dawn
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Strapped in a low car
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Racing thru silence
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Trumpeting bliss
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You could kiss the world
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goodbye
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Standing outside the courthouse
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in the rain
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Seemed like a lost soul
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from the chapel of dreams
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With a handful of images
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Faces of children
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Phases of the moon
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One little thing you get wrong
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changes the dimensions
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Streets, swept memory
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Diffused and lost
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Like a prayer in the sun
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Sometimes you can't tell
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whether you're waking up
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or going to sleep
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Spiralling
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Unnumbered streets
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All the games cannot be yours
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All the sights, the treasures of the eye
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Does the divided soul remain the same?
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No equation to explain
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Destiny's hand
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Moved, by love
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Drawn by the whispering shadows
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Into the mathematics
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of our desire
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It Takes Time
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Patti Smith |