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The chords were strummed so deeply, the current flowed so freely. Pouring from soul to mind to mouth. Pouring from soul.

Speak to me. Is something wrong?
I've fallen by the wayside, holding on to what you bring.
As the future slowly draws the color of the first light.
And all I can do is dream.

Slow down.
I've tried to be something of value, and
I crawled out.
And now you'll see, that the innocence has died in me.

The Color of the First Light, track one