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**Originally written on November 3, 2007.

If you're just dust that's blowing in the wind
then with eyes wide open I'll stand facing it
clear my hair from my face, gladly embracing it
my tear gland praying that you'll find a place in it
blurring my sight and erasing it

and though everything looks blurred and weary
I can see, that I've never before seen so clearly
and though squinting, I can say sincerely
that I'll take the pain just so long as you're near me