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Far from this life of smoke and fear I dreamed a path no one else could claim Not one face ever stained with tears Or blood that spilled in someone else's name Would not run, could not hide From the perfect wave Only those who know the tides Are not swept away Who would not chose the turquoise sky Over the streets of steel and concrete gray? Colors that once could free the mind Become so drab, all joy begins to drain away Every hope overwhelmed Now the perfect storm Washed away every stain To show the world reborn Time has come to lose the pasts Ashes to the wind When the first become the last The turning shall begin
