There's nothing larger then this sky
Higher altitude, transcendent
No lines, jus
Each and every time you go
Hits me like a
Always get the chills
Right when you call
Hot knife, cold as
Don't ask the riddle
That's on your mind
I'd reconsider what it's
There's something about you that makes me stand still
When
I've been waiting
All this time
Squarely on the pavement
Conditions to greet
Jus
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