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Written on the water,

memories dissipate.

Eyes begin to open,

darkness drifts away.

Time and space like roses

whose petals drop and fade,

and fall into the light

as if dream of yesterday.

To much love is not enough for us,

I was once too blind to see.

There is nothing sacred,

only Heaven knows.

So turn towards the sun

and look into your soul.

Too much love is not enough for us,

I was once too blind to see.

Too much hope will never be enough,

it's become so clear to me.

Too much love is not enough for us,

I was once too blind to see.

Too much hope will never be enough,

the truth is clear to me.