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A worldly terror prys in the judgement of my mind |
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Disconcernment lowers me to the borders of insanity |
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Trifle battles remorse throw me off my own set course |
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May I seek a tactful find of the wisdom and the sagacious mind |
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Oh you are the mentor can you cure and lure me free |
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I have heard the tales of wisdom and your voice of pure integrity |
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I am traveling far and wide but you still persist to run and hide |
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Can you hear but just my voice I seek intellect for my own choice |
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Ill advised improper lies have taken all but my own life |
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Eccentric is my cry let your word lead me a cure inside |
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Oh you are the mentor for I need to know your course |
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See the rush of war surround me your cure is real and I must belong |
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Seeking out my sage in a course to cure my temper's rage |
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I see I'm coming near to where you teach and take the stage |
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Can you wipe the colors glare from my portrait of despair |
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Your word has just betrayed and tempers lies of all who stay |
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To hear the mentor's word and the potent cure to which we're lured |
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