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I've never been wrong about anything or anyone Irrefutable as the rising tide or setting sun How can I work with all of this inexactness? It's like doing needle point with a hatchet I cannot hold the bright gaze of everything And project a smile like sky split above rain How can I suffer through another sunset? It's like doing needle point with a hatchet For a long time I would obsess I read the signs but couldn't get passed it Lingua dicere potest non quid nescitur Tu ne quaesieris visum miraculum For a long time I was obsessed It came to a point I couldn't get passed it You asked but don't knock You are the staff striking the rock I don't know how It's never enough From Letras Mania