Your hands hold more than you know. The way your eyes will talk to me. Every breath you breathe, Breathes right on Me. What's been done around: Round and Round Again. My eyes can see you Affecting me. But in the Unseen... I have hands holding me from The Ground. This is my life... Breathe Light, Breathe Life. My eyes. There already yours. My life. It's Already yours.
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