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Hold close your treasures. |
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The very measure of your values here. |
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Within these shining walls. |
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Now raise them higher. |
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They'll last forever if you're careful now. |
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If you lock them all, lock them down. |
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Wrapped in your precious cloak |
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spun from gold. |
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Useless, you're reaching back dead and cold. |
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This weight you've trusted. |
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Polished and sacred has you safe, secure. |
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You lise in soothing sleep. |
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One flash, it's happened. |
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A last desperate moment. |
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Now the weight falls free. |
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But have you sunk too deep... to breathe? |
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Your chest is tight, held in death's embrace. |
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As your eyes lift up, can you see your escape? |
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One last fleeting glance, at the shine below. |
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One last freedom chance, |
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surrendered to the cold. |
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This useless gold. |
