Inspiration
Walk and choose to
You're playing like a poet
Like you always did
I never faced the turn
On the palm of God
Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams
They're haunting me, consoling me
Raised me toward the garden
Beauty, beauty, beauty
You slept this time like the angel speaks
and we danced until tomorrow
and I never thought that I could live here
But you pushed me on, you pushed me on
and I would like to call it
Call it beauty astray
Beauty, beauty, beauty
You can
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