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Lyrics:
Pages, silent but waiting to say
Old words, sung in some new way
Voices, blank but begging to tell
In stories new, old stories well
There’s a space untold
There’s a line to cross
Look and behold
Who could ever relay
Beauty of infinite measure
You were called to create
Take hold of suspension
Mountains, soaring higher than clouds
Hear the echo of silence and sounds just as loud
Lights rise in the east and fall in the west
As pitch climbs still from trough to crest
Find the shore unseen
Feel the life that waits
In the in between
Can you tell me of the other side?
Are these the answers or just a waste of my time?
Can I find myself in these songs of mine?
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