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HEADS BOWED |
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Heads Bowed |
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A moment of bitterness overcomes me |
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The object is there but I am not ready |
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The spirits are whispering waiting to engulf me |
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Mesmerising chimes distant and abstracted |
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The Descent |
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I enhance the object of stone, a statue |
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Concentrating my mind on this point |
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Rising towards the spirits, the chimes intensify |
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I am following the quabalistic tree |
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Oblivion |
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The endless images of forthcoming tranquility |
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Prosperity is mine as I inhabit the skies |
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Day is night and time is nonexistent |
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I am not in my own forever |
