the sunshine

In your absurd world, I'm not lost, —
I'm not lost at all.

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I am adhering to you as you are, —
a silent scent.

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You're meandering through all of me
until you distill yourself.

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Freely, you make my soul worship
to the sky and ground at once.

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I'm possessing altar's place — the sea
and the sunshine itself.

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A soft breeze for you to recognize me
and me to rediscover you.

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