These gentle words coming in groups of three
you don't know why but you let them be,
the words that seem so incredibly
patient...
How do you start life in the morning of three,
do you wake upon thy flesh inevitably?
The moon shines bright,
the stars glisten tonight...
don't be afraid
don't be afraid
don't be afraid
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