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The print you left |
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Up here just witness |
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To the forceful push |
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In which you thrust yourself |
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Out from this world |
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Your own very being |
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Launched away from |
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this temporary hold |
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You are never gone |
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The letters of your name |
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A scar that never heals |
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So be the bow and the arrow |
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Be the rope and the angered scream |
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As time now eats away |
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To the unmarked graves |
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When indifferent winds takes speed |
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Over lands of uncertainty |
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To hold what can be held |
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Against the coming dark |
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In the march of the hollow |
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hollowed out |
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Your words rang once so true |
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You are never gone |
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The letters of your name |
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A scar that never heals |
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You are never gone |
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For you are ours now |
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We hold you in our hearts |
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There are still tremors |
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And occasional sparks |
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Your voice unheard |
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From the empty void |
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We can still feel it |
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Your body turned loose in the darkness |
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Grief is the razor |
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Within these walls of skin |
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To the end of forever |
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To the end |
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You are never gone |
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The letters of your name |
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A scar that never heals |
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So be the bow and the arrow |
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Be the rope and the angered scream |
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You are never gone |
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As indifferent winds take speed |
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Over lands of uncertainty |
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You are never gone. |
