O my companion, looking for You,
On my eyelids is no sleep.
To match my cadence with Your beat,
Mine gets canceled at every wink.
My mind moves toward mean thoughts,
Passion for colors, a stained illusion.
To dance ahead in only Your current,
Furnish the might, day and night.
Bring on thunderbolts, bring on meteors.
Keep on giving the power to fight them.
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There comes a point where longing and determination meet.
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