rain walking into night
a single little little little raindrop
dancing on the night, dancing on shadow
and doubt and perfection, yes perfection
the two conflicts of mind
the two conflicts of forever
doubt and perfection, locked into combat
for the ages of tomorrow and past to connect
re-connect, re-say, un-say...
listen to the day, listen to the night, listen...
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