Grasp
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It's coming for You
whether You like it or not
it Will find You
whether You like it or not
You can fight it
but it'll just reappear again,
sooner or later
whether You like it or not
The scarce embrace of
someone so distant,
Yet so warm you feel, just by
hearing their voice
And the dark cloud hangs over you,
only because you want them there,
You don't appreciate it till it's gone
gone from your grasp and gone from your heart
You will never have the chance
Asleep In a Dream
Green at bay, painted blue in spray
Land rolls up and down
Brisk, chilled, mellow
