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Moving Pieces

We are the moving pieces

Pictures, paintings, memories

We are clouds forming to fade

And leaves flying off the trees

We are sprouting from the earth

And returning to the ground

To the streams that reach the sea

To the wind and its sweet sound

We are the moving pieces

Let your breath flow out and in

Feel the touch of someone close

And their kisses on your skin

We are the blood that dances

To the beat played by each heart

We produce the love and hate

That can heal and tear apart

We are the moving pieces

In cycles of fall and rise

Time lives in passing seasons

And wrinkles that wrap our eyes

While here, we take the journey

To find out what life can bring

We are the moving pieces

Connected to everything

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