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(05/29/1879 A.D. London, England) |
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So there I stood in a corridor of pain |
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Solitarian and lost, between walls of peeling paint |
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Now she has lost the lead through the Sane |
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In the sigh of her faint |
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Her eyes, her stare - a horrible glance for my mind to bare |
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Whatever had me led astray |
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I seemed to have aged overnight |
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In less than a day, lost all sense in disarray |
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And yet a light was shed on the dread |
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In this lonely world |
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My lonely world of grey |
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Peeling grey |
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My words they wandered on the verge of her comprehension |
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"I'm the Chain's broken shackle in this delphian dimension |
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I found the darkest cogs in the wheelwork of Creation |
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Endlings, Knottigher, Chainreaction, Incognation" |
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Who thought I would fear |
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What stirs there |
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Underneath |
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But now the door I opened |
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The redemption from our shell |
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It fell shut behind me |
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As the rusting bars of my cell |
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Listen, I have it all figured out |
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The room is too big for us to even find the entrance, OK? |
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So we seek the exit. But you see, I have found the entrance! |
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I'm on the threshold |
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I have to go now... |
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I'm leaving now |
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My fear has caught up with me |
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Now I pine away |
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Lost, between these weary mattressed walls |
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It feels like I am screaming |
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Silence... |
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Silence! |
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And now, the door we passed through |
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The secluded entrance to our shell |
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It fell shut behind us, But I... |
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I will open it in my ... farewell |