The sights seem to pass me by somehow.
And only way I can ever see
is by letting go of the looking glass.
You are the maker. You are the mover.
Make.
Move.
The sights seem to pass me by somehow.
And only way I can ever see
is by letting go of the looking glass.
You are the maker. You are the mover.
Make.
Move.
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