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The Foreboding Sense of Impending HappinessBy your heartsrings I am hanging from a dreamGently swinging in the warm Autumn breeze Come look at the scars smother a heart Opening up Look at the scars smother a heart Opening up No more No more tiptoeing along a strand of your hair Suspended between these thoughts and actions Miles above reality Come look at the scars smother a heart Opening up Look at the scars smother a heart Opening up |