On the brink of imagination there's a water fall
Not the normal kind you see in the mountains
It's not like that at all,
Staring down into this fountain I relive the happy smiles of Yesterday,
Here I am in this place
Where the dust of age blows away.
Now I realize there's no need to race,
For the mirror of reality is broken.
And I'm here,
for a moment.
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