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The existence set a gun to its temple |
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And waited for someone to pull the trigger |
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Tired shivering flame yearns away from the path |
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This is nowhere leading and from emptiness deriving |
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To my observant eyes no objects can be seen |
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Just forms and thoughts fading, all senses escaping |
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And they're not leaving, just disappearing |
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Logic twists into a dream, reasons become irrelevant |
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When the curtains are drawn |
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It will all be gone |
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In no place at all |
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In no time to recall |
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When the curtains are drawn |
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It will all be gone |
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In no place at all |
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In no time to recall |
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Where the sky is cruel and cold |
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Where shelter no one offers, where all flames stifle |
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I'll be watching as in one slow motioned moment |
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The history erases itself |
