I sweep my rising quit for imposing lights
To leave behind
My world - confined and confused
I need a place to find my timeless mind


I feel I approache lavish space to free
My timeless mind


The sweep hand - the rush
I stop the sweep hand - the rush


Can't give your salvation
What's the meaning of time


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