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Dark oceans we cry, writhing in the misery, cast spit on the love that lay at our feet, the intrigue of |
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pain we crave it's mystery neglect to explore the depths to sanctity. We reach happiness, divine in |
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providence, our lamented desires. Lose scent of the essence, shunned is the prosperity, we feel the |
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anxiety, self inserting the knives in our heart. Luring to degrade with bribes of affection, can't abide |
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divinity over our imperfection. All love is broken, sombre in devotion, the hearse of selfishness has |
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drove it all away. |
