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I do not know the mind of God |
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And I can not guess His thoughts... |
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But I have searched for you across the void |
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When my sense of self was lost. |
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The answers danced to brush my grasp |
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In the darkness and the pain. |
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And I saw myself for all I am |
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Through decisions I have made. |
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With hearts Immortal |
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We stand before our lives. |
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A soul against oblivion |
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Forever asking "Why?" |
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This upside-down symphony |
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In a paradox called life. |
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Are hearts immortal? |
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What you give to love |
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Will never die. |
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And when my ashes scatter me |
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With my memories to the wind, |
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What endures beyond the silent edge |
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Is the essence found within. |
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Have we forgotten truly who we are |
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And what our living means? |
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Our purpose lies in others' eyes |
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And the realities that we bring. |
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Our hearts Immortal |
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We stand before our lives. |
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A soul against oblivion |
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Forever asking "Why?" |
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This upside-down symphony |
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In a paradox called life. |
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Are hearts immortal? |
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What you give to love |
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Will never die. |
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All that I am and all that I dream |
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Lives somewhere beyond your image of me; |
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And who I become and what I will be |
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Is not yours to decide: |
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It comes only from me. |
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Our hearts Immortal |
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We stand before our lives. |
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A soul against oblivion |
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Forever asking "Why?" |
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This upside-down symphony |
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Is a paradox called life. |
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Are hearts immortal? |
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What you give to love |
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Will never die. |
