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Don't, D-don't turn to stone. The storms are falling From the sky. But don't turn to the river, The pieces of the pain. Something deep inside my chest. The wind is going good, And underneath the gray. The stars are falling, Calling out my name. The sunrise of breathing, the softer rain And sun. Beneath the stars, Beneath the pain. I find myself in need. Remember someday, Only days of sunrise. The Ocean so open, Frozen in my veins.