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  1. A Fine Blaze

Either losing a grip or reaching for it
After all that was used semi-conscious confused
All those days half awake
Didn’t I hear I swear I heard you say you need me now
Floating through the rain worlds away
Breeze through the window never deadening on me now
Almost watched it fade stuck delayed
Why would we stare either ahead or behind us now
But if we found a way found a way
Breeze through the window never deadening on me now