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To look at oneself in the mirror, |
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and to see all the history in one's own. |
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To look danger in the face, |
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to look at oneself and to die. |
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And in my old mind, |
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fog, a dazing noise; |
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I must escape, |
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it's not my end... |
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What a fear! |
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what a dread! |
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what a fear, |
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I'm afraid of death! |
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What a fear! |
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what a dread! |
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what a fear, |
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I'm afraid of fear! |
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"The boy was as good as gold, |
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the boy was as good as gold, |
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TRUTH! |
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Never tell a lie!" |
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MY MADNESS IS BREAD, WATER, LIFE; |
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MY MADNESS IS YOUR SALVATION, NOW. |
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To look at oneself in the sky, |
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tasting the flight and the tenderness. |
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Love, and love, and love, |
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everything is so heavy and dark. |
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And in my new brain, |
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fog, a dazing noise; |
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I must escape, |
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it's not my life... |
