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The Crystal Margin

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โฑ๏ธ 3:23 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 12102470

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

When I hover in that dream-haze between sleep and reality
I imagine myself a dove that carries a bit of me away

And cloaked in sorrow's shroud
The Me that is You but glides, glides
To the crystal margin
There, beneath the muting cold
You despair and offer your spoils
And I lay my gaze upon the daughter Earth
And push you down, my fingers bleed the dirt
Whirlpools retrograde and banish skies that weaken clouds that rain
Milk which quenches fire

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:23.76] When I hover in that dream-haze between sleep and reality
[00:34.17] I imagine myself a dove that carries a bit of me away
[00:46.03]
[01:05.70] And cloaked in sorrow's shroud
[01:11.00] The Me that is You but glides, glides
[01:22.93] To the crystal margin
[01:27.49] There, beneath the muting cold
[01:32.52] You despair and offer your spoils
[01:39.63] And I lay my gaze upon the daughter Earth
[02:12.44] And push you down, my fingers bleed the dirt
[02:19.36] Whirlpools retrograde and banish skies that weaken clouds that rain
[02:30.54] Milk which quenches fire
[02:34.78]

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