If you wanted to,
You could end this with a word.
If you wanted to,
A movement of your wrist would release me.
If you wanted to,
You could pull the drape of night over my soul.
If you wanted to,
A fanciful decision would expand worlds into infinite and enclosed spaces.
If you wanted to,
You could help me.
But the sand never finds its way...and I stop believing.
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