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The tired moon was crawling through the trees |
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The branches were casting shadows on the ground |
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A sad tale took place that October morning |
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A lost soul left home for the last time |
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Betrayed by the world, the unknown and invisible |
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Tangled in a web of reality never real for her |
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The view of the world was so different |
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From underneath the surface |
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In the water she felt no pain |
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And the wings of the magpie swept her breath away |
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She kneeled for death in silence |
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The trail to the lodge is Julia |
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In the water she felt no pain |
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And the wings of the magpie swept her breath away |
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She was left to this decision alone |
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Misguided in the careless crusade |
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So she went away that day |
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It was the end of her world |
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She walked the narrow way blinded by life |
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Blinded by life |
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The presence of pain was here |
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In water tears were invisible |
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It was all in the crest of misery |
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She kneeled for death in silence |
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No answers will be found and the black lodge still remains |
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It has always been the end, and she was finally there |
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The dying moon laid down to rest through the nightmares |
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And overhead the cloudy sky started to cry |
