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The wind, it unfolds me |
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It takes me to the fields of no conceit |
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A thousand piercing voices |
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Cutting through the white noise as it |
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Drains me for I am |
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Merely a cloud that is drifting |
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By the trail of raindrops |
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Falling on their frozen faces. |
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Something inside |
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That stops bleeding from my eyes |
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My eyes ache from outside |
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I must resist. |
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Me flesh is weak |
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This spoken word that guides my blood |
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Sipping through the noise |
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Approaching like |
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Black horses stampede. |
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My heart beats with sorrow |
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It cries and fades away |
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Find me a way to pull through |
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To obey my reason. |
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For the times that I came |
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To the point that I couldn't believe |
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Chasing the waves of decay |
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I will follow the path to release |
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There is nothing that is holding me down. |
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I can feel it is time to leave |
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Voices speak and echo in |
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Empty beds of a salted sea |
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Unfolding winds ongoing. |
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As I stare through the window |
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I have been drawn by the myth of the pure |
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No fear, it takes me on the winds of unknowing. |
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Like fallout through fire I will dance on the wire |
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Which will lead me to legends that we all so admire |
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As we crave for the future I speak my desires |
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So these tormenting thoughts will commit suicide. |