.Beyond the back row off the beat and path
Step into a field of dying blades of grass
So thick I have to use my hands
And slowly sinking in quicksand
I'll pull away till I can see again
Staring down with a kiss from the sky
Unsure what feeds the flame
I know a secret way
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