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whilst i thought i was climbing |
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i found myself descending |
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having lost my way let me go up |
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having lost my way let me go down |
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i have no other work to do |
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it would have been better |
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no to be the mother |
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it is sorrowful |
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when a son goes away |
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let alone |
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and when he dies |
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i watched quietly |
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when the grave was being dug |
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knowing that he won't come back |
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and i shall not be here |
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for much longer |
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even if i become |
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like a king or like the wind |
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never |
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never will death |
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stay away |
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but when he called me from above |
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neither voice nor word to say yes |
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we just quietly say yes to him |
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it is a debt |
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which must be paid |
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here is your flesh |
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take it from me |
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it seems to me |
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that you can't destroy it |
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having spent the day with pain |
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am i going to spend the night with pain? |
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this living to eat |
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is so tiring for me |
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i am feeling cold inside |
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let me go on seeking fire |
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even death is better |
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than this useless life |
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the mast of a ship |
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a nakedness |
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the leader of whores |
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sheds the female breast |
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he tramples down |
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the vast furnace |
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Godlike and piercing |
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binding and bitter |
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and cleaving asunder |
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bones bound together |
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and paleness breaking |
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and rending |
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abiding in a place |
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tending into nothingness |
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dampness tending onto corruption |
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corruption |
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corruption |
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corruption |
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and merchants in trembling |
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dragged down into horror |
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terrible and whirling |
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the dust in the palm |
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sublime circumcision |
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solitude and desolation |
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a goatherd unto lost |
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all destruction |
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grinding thin powder |
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withering and fading |
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the reaping-hook of dullness |
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earth thrown up |
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all flesh turn |
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the mountains are cast out |
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lions trembling with fury |
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thy braking in my barrenness |
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the destroyer of days |
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the silent lion |
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we know him fury |
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the death of flesh |
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he moves with a creeping motion |
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they destroy by the sky flame |
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of their smoky breath |
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the painbringers |
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they shriek with a |
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long |
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drawn |
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cry |
