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Caught in this quiet and slow. A place where we begin to go. I see the stars inside their mind. And I find the one who didn't find. I've walked through fire and stone. But courage it tells in you of home. I see becomes what they can be. Let this storm pass closer to the sea. I built this all on broken grounds. Instead of silence, grace, and pounds. The night is cold. The day is close. I see the path unfolding the dust. I learned to fly the door. I felt the stone before the floor. I didn't break, it didn't stay. I make the loud. I found the close and after close. And changed the dark what's turning most. The night is cold. The day is close. I see the path unfolding in the dust. The night is cold. Our dreams go. I see the path unfolding in the dust. I walk the story and see. A golden place is where the me. I feel the storm beneath my skin. And something pulling me back in. The night is cold. The day is close. I see the path