The night breaths life,
I feel this throughout my window
there's a million worlds
In one
not much the same,
but everythings routine
every rock being thrown,
that sink like the water in it
a sting rays born, a sting rays born
Theirs a breath inside of me,
when its cold I always see it
there's my heart that tries to beet,
when I love I sort of feel it
there's dreams reoccurring
in these worlds I'm constantly in it

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