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Tides change, water rises
Clouds form, then sunlight pierces through
New shells? Same shoreline
Adolescent blues
Fleeting hours, off the rails,
Put on a smile
My reflection burns
Imperfection gazing back
Forgiveness frees truth
Clouds form, then sunlight pierces through
New shells? Same shoreline
Adolescent blues
Fleeting hours, off the rails,
Put on a smile
My reflection burns
Imperfection gazing back
Forgiveness frees truth
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