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The Spiral Archway of thought |
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The deeping well of memory |
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The silver fountain of Inspiration |
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The brazen vessel of knowledge |
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Oh, distilled drop by drop |
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Goldengreen nectar, gathered by yearning petals |
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Sliced out of the raw surface |
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Of the Eldest Tree, and root of the Earth |
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Oh! How we crave to know! |
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Oh! Countless the skeletons of this tomb! |
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Sacrificed, in olitude, lives |
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As candles that slowly meld into Darkness |
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Is Truth hidden there? |
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Is this a part of the Masterplan? |
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Ask thy shadow, to slowly crawl |
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Entangle your head |
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In its long fingernails |
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And the chill of the grave |
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To lean over, to your ear |
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And whisper to you a single truth |
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Awake! |
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...all but in vain |
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Kept in captivity lie their children |
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By liars of old |
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Deceivers and enemies of man |
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In Vain? |
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It's our turn now... |
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Do we lay silent? |
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Or, choose to know |
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Awake! Ask thy shadow! |
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Awake! Choose to know! |
