Honesty without thought, truth without a wink,
Creation of the purest form,
of nature, forever, yet on the brink,
on life's blank canvass or the fogged up window on a bus,
with lifes own breath in the afternoon rush,
Innocent faces disapear as they drip,
to the sea with the rest, and the water of thick
Creation of the purest form,
of nature, forever, yet on the brink,
on life's blank canvass or the fogged up window on a bus,
with lifes own breath in the afternoon rush,
Innocent faces disapear as they drip,
to the sea with the rest, and the water of thick
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