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Tides Of The Moon
 
 
The threads that run through your live 
Hang from your sleeve 
Wind through your soul 
The kind you can't control 
The kind you can't conceive 
The kind you can't believe 
But wish you could break 
Wish you could weave 
I wish you could see 
It ties you to me 
 
And you fly in the face of the sun 
And you float in the tides of the moon 
 
The paths that run from your dark 
Climb through the trees 
Wind like a snake 
The kind you can't escape 
The kind you can't conceive 
The kind you can't believe 
With prickly little thorns 
Sharp tiny teeth 
They are hungry for the threads 
Hanging from your sleeve 
Waiting on a path 
The kind you can't conceive 
But wish you could take 
Wish you could leave 
I wish you could see 
It leads you to me 
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