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I will arise: |
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in the depths, I will open my eyes; |
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as my breath almost fails me, survive. |
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Wait - there's something unclear, |
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there's something I fear now drawing close. |
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Could it be you? Whose is that voice? |
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Is it now time to make a choice? |
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Ah - that irrational pain! |
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This ridiculous brain now bursts with joy. |
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Could it be me? Could it be now? |
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Should I begin to take my vows? |
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I will return: |
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as I live, as I breathe, as I burn |
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I swear I will come through, |
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with my hands stretching out in the dark, |
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with my eye pressed up tight to the glass, |
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wondering if it's all been true. |
