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awoke from the slumber |
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the lapse of time |
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I have got nothing to show for it |
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entertained but not enlightened |
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recalling today |
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for a trace of tomorrow |
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being one without a lifespan |
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new thoughts must follow |
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the daylight draws to me |
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and the surroundings are not what they used to be |
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lights fill up space |
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in a solitary place |
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walls consumed |
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all the knowledge harvested along the way |
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watching the others |
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this stagnant state gall the hardened heart |
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a pace towards an early grey |
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is there life before death? |
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planted firmly with an abundance of time and no sun |
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if there is life before death, I live it through you |