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Down the halls, |
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Where no light glows- |
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Where once was life |
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Now shadows move. |
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Without mind, |
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Without a will |
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They search... |
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And never fade away, |
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The end of all paths is their aim, |
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But never they will find again |
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What was lost |
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In nowhere once, |
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In the space that is called time. |
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Down the halls, |
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Where the silence lasts, |
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In the dark where dust prevails |
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The shadows lurk |
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Beyond your sight |
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And follow you |
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To where you go. |
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Quietly they listen |
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To your breath, |
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And in obscurity |
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They wait for you. |
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You must move |
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To find the key |
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That only the blind can see. |
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Instead of wisdom |
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Thou need instinct. |
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But even if you call my name |
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A shadow you will be again. |
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Only the blind can see... |
