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Comes a sign of wasted times |
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I will wait no more |
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Ever trudging through the aimless |
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Forest we explore |
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In our boots and money chains |
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Misfitting cloaks we can't contain |
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Hidden hates of urgency |
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Declaring our emergency |
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And up the tallest window world |
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The distance was not clear |
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Unoccupied with brutish thoughts |
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We had no cause to fear |
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A lesson so severe |
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Hotter than the fire we build |
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Darker than the truth |
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Ignorance reflected in |
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The windows of our youth |
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Push me now beyond the bounds |
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Of healing hands and thorny crowns |
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And all the sadness it implies |
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I've tasted with my own two eyes |
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And as the catlle rack was cleaned |
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The floor was brightly stained |
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And larger though we grew in size |
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Not a thing was gained |
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But fate has so ordained |
