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Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore... but how can I ever keep my feet dry? I scan the horizon I must keep my eyes on all parts of me. Looking back on the years it seems that I have lost my way: Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger now I am the stranger I stay in. All of the grief I have seen leaves me chasing solitary peace; But I hold experience in my head... I'm too close to the light I don't think I see right, for I blind me... From Letras Mania