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In stillness |
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A silent weight |
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Pausing as the minutes each evaporate |
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A desire To leave a scar |
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To raise a voice from within the dark |
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Decaying Cascading |
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Existence falls apart |
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Around me |
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Within me |
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So I must leave my mark |
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This is a document |
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To prove that |
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I was here |
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This is a document |
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To prove I was at all |
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And when my voice ceases to be |
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Will the echo still ring loudly? |
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And when there's nothing left of me |
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Will my memory still go on? |
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A flicker |
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Transitory state |
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An echo of an instance that burns a way |
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A moment A shard of time |
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A solitary thread that threatens to unwind |
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Decaying Cascading |
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Existence falls apart |
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Around me |
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Within me |
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So I must leave my mark |
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This is a document |
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To prove that |
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I was here |
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This is a document |
|
To prove I was at all |
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And when my voice ceases to be |
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Will the echo still ring loudly? |
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And when there's nothing left of me |
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Will my memory still go on? |
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Distant An approaching age |
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When this document falls beneath another's gaze |
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Too late We have lost the dawn |
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The signal's loud and clear, but the transmitter's gone |
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Decaying Cascading |
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Existence falls apart |
|
Around me |
|
Within me |
|
So I must leave my mark |
|
This is a document |
|
To prove that |
|
I was here |
|
This is a document |
|
To prove I was at all |
|
And when my voice ceases to be |
|
Will the echo still ring loudly? |
|
And when there's nothing left of me |
|
Will my memory still go on? |
|
This is a document |
|
To prove that |
|
I was here |
|
This is a document |
|
To prove I was at all |
|
And when my voice ceases to be |
|
Will the echo still ring loudly? |
|
And when there's nothing left of me |
|
Will my memory still go on? |