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Blades in Autumn |
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By The Clockwork Dolls |
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As he turned to go I could tell he was angry |
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But I would not back down from what I knew to be right. |
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To ask him to choose between honor and duty; |
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To aid in my capture or abet in my flight. |
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He knew of my plans, he knew I was leaving |
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and it offered him the choice to remain or to fly. |
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To stay in the place where he knew all the answers |
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Or to face the unknown in the sky. |
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He strode 'cross the grounds looking for isolation |
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Skipping stones on the lake to clear up his mind. |
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He was lost in the dark and the choice laid before him |
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And whom to disappoint he could not decide. |
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It was down by that lake that his father then found him |
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And they sat in the silence and brooded a while. |
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At last, he said "Son, I know that she's leaving. |
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And I know, too, you're thinking of going along. |
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I remind you a man isn't judged by his orders |
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But the actions he takes and things he decides." |
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He looked at his blade as it flashed 'cross the moon |
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In that moment he knew what his future must be. |
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No longer lost, he had made his decision. |
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The freedom of choice had in turn made him free. |
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(Counterpoint: Fly with me, forget the past. We can build the future |
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in steel and brass.) |
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He raised his father's sword and watched it gleam. |
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The shadows on the moon made shapes |
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Of everything he'd ever dreamed. |
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His anger washed away upon the wind |
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And left behind a sense of peace, |
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Anticipation to begin. |
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And when we met again we did not speak. |
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He simply nodded yes to me. |
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A day from now we would be free. |
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Fly, fly with me. |