How lovely t'would be to go where you go
to walk where you walk
to know what you know
to see the sweet sadness or joy in your soul
see all the details that make you your whole
How precious a minute to see what you see
Amidst all life's confusions
that help you to be
the complex little speck on your own in the sea
here for a minute but hope eternally
Precious little vapour, a sinner, a man
pulled from the wreckage but the wreckage still stands
I see the weight you hold in your hands
yes I understand
do I understand?
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