In the deep and breaking silence
A smile can't but lie.
In the fullness of the moment
What's left for us to hold?
If we've fallen down in laughter
We can rise beyond the air.
When everything has failed us
It's do or die - again.
When there's nothing left to live for
We can make a brand new world.
When truths are mired in uncertainty
We can dash them on the rocks.
Underneath the excavation
We imagine fairies still.
And in our wishing for the wonders
Lies a magic soft - and still.
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