47: Dark Heart
Fragments
Of
Low resolutions
As We
Hurtle
Towards the sun
Throw
Doors
Open
Kindred Spirits
I need you
Fill
This
Dark Heart
Lift
Us muchly
Give
Bridges
Safely
Lend
Hands
Gifts melodic
For the
Throats to sing
Having
A
Haven
An
Exorcism
Break Bonds
Run Free
Winged
Messenger
Hold us higher
Tether us
To Sky
Never
Wanting
To
Drop
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