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Turn your face to the sky child
I know what it is
to be too full of wonders
to speak
fierce with beauty
outlining joy
without a word to say what it is anymore
we're all lost
we're all waiting for the storm
To full of words to speak
too full of beauty to see
too much dancing
to ever think about moving
We're all caught at the brink
Too afraid to think
Too alive to turn back
we're all here with you
And we're too far gone
To want anything else