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They stole the story, The dust and stone. My path is breathing, The storm knows home. The noise is taking stone, Inside the passing pain. The weight is drawn in dust and waiting For the chain. I dream the canvas raised, Folding every town. I'm not the empty place, I'm not the same to crown the just. Just under winter's guide, Frozen in my chest. I could place the sun For peace I didn't rest. I'm not the forget son, I'm just a ghost of grace. This world is made of gold And time has drifted pace. I'm standing in the sun, Though keep breathing on. I breathe and I begun, And start to be gone. I just... Not the forget son, I'm not the frozen done. I'm just a phantom piece And finding what you've done. I took the to find, I can't receive the care. And I can't stand the sign That you still come prepared. I'm not the same to be, I'm not the fear to stay. I'm not the quiet storm, I'm not the scene today. I'm not the tides to end.