| Shadows In The Light | 
| I play through my old CDs
 seeking wavelengths of emotion, encoded, for the demons of ’92. They aren’t there. They must have been integrated 
 This heart, oh this heart!
 Its so consuming. And I know for once, so sure,
 And it's so beautiful. Scanning the darkness and shadows one last time 
 I can not find those demons,
 They are shadows in the light.  | 
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