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The emptiness that we confess In the dimmest hour of day. |
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In the common town, they make a sound Like the low, sad moan of prey. |
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The bitter taste, the hidden face Of the lost forgotten child. |
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The darkest need, The slowest speed, The pattern reconciled. |
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These photographs mean nothing To the poison that they take. |
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Before a moment's glory The light begins to fade. |
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The outward cost Of all we've lost As we looked the other way. |
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We've paid the price for this cruel device Till we have nothing left to pay. |
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The river goes where the current flows The lightning must destroy. |
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Events conspire to set a fire With the methods we employ. |
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These dead men walk on water A cold blood runs through their veins. |
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The angry river rises As we step into the rain. |
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These photographs mean nothing To the poison that they take The angry river rises As we step into the rain. |