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Oh how my mind corrodes, |
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As the sanity of it explodes. |
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Traveling siners of time, |
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Passing as the bells do chime. |
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Saw you in the moonlight, |
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Stoney eyes that showed you are crying. |
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What vision do you see in the south, |
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I do believe, go with us. |
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The heart is cried, |
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Sent away the tide. |
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People smell just with a bed, |
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Until they heard the crying head. |
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What can I do? |
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Sit beside this graveyard to, |
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Must life be sad for the season, |
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Instead of living for a reason? |
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Season wore a meaning, |
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But it's path was cleared for a meaning. |
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We must start to defy, |
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Please go away and hide. |
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Look over there, |
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See the smoke happens to float |
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And start the choke flutters down from up above, |
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Don't look down in a flood. |
