I write about the woven thread
It piles upon me as I lay in bed
And her unexpected answer rings in my mind
As I wonder what’s left behind 
When she chooses to abandon the earth
And I wonder does it hurt
To be sky high in the clouds
When I talk to her out loud
In the silence of my room
And the doom
Doesn’t reach this place, this far
I was just driving in my car
When the moon came down to kiss the ground
And now I hear it in every sound
That ever makes itself known to me 
The liberation of being set free

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