there isn't any more there's us
we are and anything else is not
you might think the deus ex machina
is coming down through the clouds
but it is your mind that can't be hid
it is coming through in all directions
lights blazing trumpets playing
fireworks blasting sweet days bloom
because of you and us my what tall trees
what a sparkling lake under the ice
or a spring dawn kissing your face
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Eagle Lake
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