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Keep Digging, You'll Never Get There.

A simple motivation,
A thought resolved,
The colors have changed,
The past has returned.

I thought it made sense,
43,252,003,274,489,856,000 permutations,
How could I chose one,
And get here again?

The colors have turned,
but I am still here,
solved but unsolved,
One strategy fits it all.

Comienzo nuevamente,
Sin saber mi direccion,
Pero con esperanza,
de un mejor futuro.

No es de decir,
que no doy gracias,
por un pasado y presente perfecto,
Solo que deseo un futuro distinto.

I wisely walk a historic path,
To live a shining star,
Momentos que hemos vivido,
Los quiero denuevo, asi que,
volvere a hacer lo mismo.

Oh and Miss Purple, let me know if you figure out what that number is, Google it :).



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It was always that way,
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It switched.
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Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
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Although subtle
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with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
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