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GRATIA PLENA - Official Instrumental - SoundCloud

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GRATIA PLENA - Official Instrumental

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I am what I am cause You trained me

So

Who's

Afraid

Of

Me

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Daydreams

I'm here in daydreams Hands with the sound of violence I sit with a moment's clarity And my rage's sincerity Your music, my love, is the sound of my silence

My lover, A heartbroken clock Freezes and unfreezes my passing days My everlasting waste Is turned into something beautiful

And I feel everything As my limbs bounce and contract And I dance around in solitude With your music as the sound of silence

From my fingertips To the edges of your soul, Yours goes intertwined As my verses grow old

And I feel everything As my limbs go limp In ecstasy And time showers me clean Of all inanities

-Smith

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Everlasting

Flashes in lights A moment hand-painted in time But you and I draw within the lines

Pain brushes like shoulders touch And smiles fade into the sweetness of acceptance Purity comes from the gracious infectiousness Of living in parallels

Silence from the mouths With so much left to say Stillness from the feet With so much space to sway

A moment in time Where you and I draw the lines

A light in the porch Of the one Who always lights it

-Smith

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You can try to trick me into saying it

Because you know

But I know too

And I still know how it's gonna go

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Words

I've always emphasised how little words mean. They're just words. Letters put together to form syllables.

Funny coming from a writer, huh.

But words can lie. Words can be used with second intentions. Underlying desires of destruction. I don't trust them.

Ironic, right.

It is also comedic, the way I need words. The way I yearn for them. The way I wake up and eagerly wait for them to drape over me. Cause that's how it happens. They just come to me.

But words lie.

You know what doesn't lie? The eyes. The eyes, Chico, they never lie.

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I'm here in daydreams Hands with the sound of violence

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Artistry

I think people forget that in order to create something, they must first live.

I think i forget that

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Because the greatest pieces are documentations, because the human being is essentially a self-obsessed being.

And we can always argue the contrary take, because, essentially, the human being is an argumentative being. These pitiful fistfights, disputes, and word wars are the manifestations of our primal mindsets.

But even the greatest pieces that depict something not lived by its creator are always influenced by experience; Sprinkled in the trails.

Our individualism hides in purity like the devil hides in the details.

Smith

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Artistry

I think people forget that in order to create something, they must first live.

I think i forget that

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Tragedy loves the artistic mind

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I'm struggling with discipline

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O amor não é o tempo, nem é o tempo que o faz

O amor é o momento em que eu me dou, em que te dás

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Touch

When I touch you, my world implodes and pieces itself back together in a split second.

Life is lost, oceans dry up, land catches on fire, rocks disintegrate.

The birds stop flying, falling into the sea just before it dries, just before the land at the bottom catches on fire and before the rocks that support it disintegrate into particles as small as nanometres.

Just

Right

Before

Atoms come together to form molecules. The molecules that give life. The molecules that form my ground.

And so rocks claim its place. Land lays on top of it. Seeds from under flourish above and life is restored. Trees are grown, generations restored. Time stopped. . . . Time regressed. And time unpaused, going as it was before. Everything is back as it was. As if nothing had happened.

Because it was a split second.

The birds are flying.

Then you touch me. And I'm back in reality.