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I walk through my valley in ignorance, |
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The path I walk ever changing its direction, |
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From light to dark, from deep to heart; |
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I looked forward. Everything swirls and blurs, |
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A perfect blend between light and dark. |
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I see clearly up to one step forward, |
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And take paths winding. |
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Thoughts compelling me to move forward; I look back, |
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I see clearer for miles, but I've hardly moved. |
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Yet in reality I'm pushed towards the unknown, |
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Ghost of paths I should've taken. |
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I spy with my little eye something beginning with death. |
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Descending into silence, |
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The obsession is in us all. |
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You are the drug that inhales me, |
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Yet I live to watch you fall. |
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I walk forward now in the path of regret, |
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Seeing mirrors surrounding facing back. |
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Sun gleams on what should've been. |
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Flowers of past, withered and trampled upon; |
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My eyes comforted by something new, |
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A rose, the deepest red you could see or feel |
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I wonder how to approach. |
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Hundreds of paths of purity gleam in front of me, |
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I decipher whether to approach the idyllic. |
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As I walk the path turns brown, nothing seen before, |
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I set my hand upon the flower; |
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It changes colour making me feel like God. |
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My hands are bound in red |
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My hands are bound in red |
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All I see is green |
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I open my arms and it consumes me, |
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A new power rushes through my veins. |
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The strength in my chest has gone, |
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But everywhere else thrives. |
