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It's Making Sense Tonight

It's happened again and I've found it once more

A new melody alive like the one from before

There is comfort in new things

Stitched with old patterns

There is enough reason here

To see me into the future

Fear's as constant as breathing

Hatred is as lonely as it's seething

But once in a while

There is a caress

A solitary tile

In the messy mosaic

There are golden gifts, the universe roots

Shooting stars swinging left, centre and right

My heart is ripe fruit

And all of it is making sense tonight

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