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Sleeping At Last Storyboards

There is glass between our touch, Phantom limbs of former love... And the truth is that I am so terrified That the callous is deeper Than the surface

out of the ashes, love will be realized. God knows that we've been naive And a bit nearsighted to say the least. It's broken glass at children's feet

family trees. But when the branches are bare and broken, Love is so hard to reach. We've learned to brace for the worst And to read the last pages first

our symphonies - a shorthand of existence, a slowly turning key, the voyager will leave us with this modest memory of home. When the sunlight wakes the earth from its deep sleep

A single voice In an ocean of constant noise, But somehow our ears were trained To recognize when we hear you call our name. Side by side, Every movement