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I'm here, |
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The ragged burden come to nothing, comfort go, |
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We drift I talk with you and hear you though you're never here, |
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Hovering above me like a net, |
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I'm terrified to look beyond the threat, |
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I kill ambition while |
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I can. I'm cold, |
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I drag the beauty, black confetti swept away, |
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Stumbling, we go blindly marching on, |
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Bursting like a dream and now all gone, |
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In time I know we'll fly again. |
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Frail as ever, still the most severe, |
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Haven't I surrendered everything now? |
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Naked in my cruellest waking fear |
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From the rages of the weightless sleep. "Who will catch him falling?" called the wind, "I will claim him," volunteered the grave, "Marry me forever," cried the bride, |
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Said the orphan, "Who'll remember me? Anyone at all? Are you coming back?" |
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From the moment we were torn, |
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Thrown into the tunnel, we withdrew, |
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Whiter colours then untied, |
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Don't desert me now |
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I'm coming through, |
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I fought the memory of beautiful things, |
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Imaginings, |
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The only strength |
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I got from wanting you, |
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All the love |
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I've been needing, |
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The hunger is feeding on me, |
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Spirit, bear me away to the place of birth. |
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You, you put the fear in the fear of flying, |
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The breath of dying, |
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You want a sign, you want a sign, |
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It's already there. |