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Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell; I feel you around me... I know you well. Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark; I feel I am drowning... hands stretch in the dark. Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice? Where do I stand in the pageantry... whose is my voice? It doesn't feel so very bad now: I think the end is the start. Begin to feel very glad now: All things are a part All things are apart All things are a part. From Letras Mania