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Today, I am a different man, yesterday was meaningless. |
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I once saw with the sight of a |
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God, and I hear the voices pray. |
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My dreams were reality, even the darkest of all cast aside. |
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It reaches out to grab my throat, and squeeze the breath from me, to show me sights of days to come, and nights of restlessness. |
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In a good man's heart, a gift this would truly be, but left in my hands, lies a cold bitter fear. |
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So I awake with a newfound friend, who begs me to play, who taunts one tired eye, and |
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I shudder to think of what |
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I've become, as my journey has ended, to capture my ease. |
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My pride has returned, and life is anew, accepting my fate, and remembrance of what |
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I saw, of what |
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I lived. Sleep. |
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With closed eyes, |
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I dream of your return and in the darkness, |
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I again see a light. |
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A perfect glow of aura blue, with open arms |
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I greet my old friend. |
