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Let me speak free from scorn |
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Stars like weeds grow unshorn |
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They lie austere and vain |
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Old, still as the clay |
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Crows show our way home |
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Night was rain, a falling sea |
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A rusted dawn strains to be |
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Stones steam and snag the mists that rose |
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From the low sun, a solemn glow |
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O lustrous glow, the sun is low |
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You've started a fire , you've started a fire you can't put out |
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You've burned your bridges, can't go back from where you came |
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Vision is falling, just writhe and burn out of control |
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No use pretending, slither back into your hole |
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You'll drag your house down, when truth comes calling at your door |
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Stare through the misty wonder, the life of men's souls |
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Your cup is empty and you are running out of time |
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Caving your head in, don't dare to dream it will implode |