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I started out in search of ordinary thingsHow much of a tree bends in the windI started telling the story without knowing the endI used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark againSomething to be seen was passing over and over meWell it seemed like the routine case at firstWith the death of the shadow came a lightness of verseBut the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzlesAnd I wore myself until I'm frazzledI ended up in search of ordinary thingsLike how can a wave possibly be?I started running, and the concrete turned to sandI started running, and things didn't pan out as plannedIn case things go poorly and I not returnRemember the good things I've doneIn case things go poorly and I not returnRemember the good things I've doneDone me in From Letras Mania