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Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends |
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From the sight of it, |
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I hold back always waiting |
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Every aspect, every possible point of view you can fathom |
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My unavoidable destiny |
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The human idiosyncrasy |
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It is exigent that |
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I must deviate |
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From this fear of unimaginable pain |
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At the crossroads |
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I seem to take wrong turns |
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Perfect hindsight reveals the true route |
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If I can learn from the past, can |
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I become The individual |
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I aspire to be? |
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Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends |
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From the sight of it, |
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I hold back always waiting |
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I can continue to put off life, but how long will |
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It wait for me? |
