Obviously, it’s not going to work the same, because it’s broken

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Placing the cornerstones
Might be that you don’t get to watch it grow
Still the shelter that you made
Will foster you from the cold that kept you awake

Every weave, and every thread
By candlelight, the stroke of a pen
Like every thought and every dream
There’s a place for everything

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In a diary of audile ardency
Blooming in waves and shimmеrs
Sailing against the currents that tore you down
And thеy’ll tear you down again

Still the sea foam splashes on your smiling face
There’s a magic that only you can tell
All your greatest art should satisfy
Nobody but yourself
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Every weave, and every thread
By candlelight, the stroke of a pen
Like every thought and every dream
There’s a place for everything