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To live is to suffer, or so they say |
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A constant of overcoming pains and wounds. |
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In the heart or the temple of soul |
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orbits a sinister sun |
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both in us and above. |
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To burn us away one final day, |
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so we live in open agony |
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or illusion indulged. |
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To live is to suffer, or so they say |
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A constant of overcoming pains and wounds. |
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But refuse to be small, |
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weak or the victim |
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To any cost, live as if there were |
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no one thing bothering. |
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Do it and rejoice |
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in a strange twilight paradise. |
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Twilight paradise. |
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One with hurt, one with joy |
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One that is the only one |
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Survive, and death shall reward as best, |
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shall reward as best... |
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One with hurt, one with joy |
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One that is the only one. |
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Twilight. |
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Survive, to any cost. |
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There in lies the secret of life |
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And all death of the sulphury sun. |
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But refuse to be small, |
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weak or the victim |
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To any cost, live as if there were |
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no one thing bothering. |
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Do it and rejoice |
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in a strange twilight paradise. |
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Twilight paradise. |
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But refuse to be small, |
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weak or the victim |
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To any cost, live as if there were |
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no one thing bothering. |
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Do it and rejoice |
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in a strange twilight paradise. |
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Twilight paradise. |
