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This I wonder through in a slight daze, a place of spirits
I cannot see through the misty haze. A horizion peaks and blinds me out, from who I cannot see who walks about. It's all shown through on the other side, everything on earth as it lies. A place we came from I am blind to, until I understand what I was meant to do.
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