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I favour obscurity |
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Whenever it serves my purpose |
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I favour all kinds of things |
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To reach my own goals |
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But suddenly everything has changed |
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As I found my true confession |
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It was almost like a stroke |
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Beyond my comprehension |
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It feels like a fond memory |
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Which is frozen in time |
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Now awakened from the cold |
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A memory sublime |
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It is the wisdom of the world |
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All frozen in time |
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Conserved for eternity |
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Void of any grime |
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It hit me like a disease |
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Without warning over night |
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A strange fever woke me up |
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Released what was locked away |
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Buried in my early youth |
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While I was still a child |
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With each year another layer |
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Freezing it in time |
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It feels like a fond memory |
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Which is frozen in time |
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Now awakened from the cold |
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A memory sublime |
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It is the wisdom of the world |
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All frozen in time |
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Conserved for eternity |
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Void of any grime |