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From opening your dreamsto further seas,then dancing in the fernsand with the rees,and speaking foreign tonguesyou'd stop and stare... again...Then breathing deeper breaths on colder nights,detecting things I've said in the moonlight,the stories and the bigger lies I've told.. again...But I noticed you're not here... But I noticed you're not here...But I noticed you're not here..You're not what I expectedin the least,from swinging His branchinto the trees,the stories and the bigger lies I've told... again... From Letras Mania