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It's a dream again. |
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It's a life again. |
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But is it a life? |
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Or it is a fantasy, |
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A wish to turn desirable |
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Into reality? |
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But it seems to be cruel. |
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There is no that wonderful |
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Night which I admired |
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So much, |
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I only see thickening darkness, |
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And gloom which |
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Is approaching. |
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But what is it? |
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It is coming after me |
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To seize me forever, |
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Because I'm not |
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The first and |
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By no means the last |
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Who has believed |
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In all this. |
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It has come, |
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It orders me. |
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For the first time in my life |
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I have brought my thoughts |
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Desires and dreams together |
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And the voice of my |
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Internal being, |
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The voice of my soul, |
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Outburst of emotions |
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And thoughts has prayed for mercy and rest. |
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All my being resisted, |
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Telling Him: |
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I can't. I don't want. |
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I won't. |
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But nobody heard my entreaty, |
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The voice of my soul |
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Faded in to the night. |
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In response there was |
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Only a terrible |
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Cold roar of the dark, silent, |
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Ruthless night, |
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The roar of the alien's mind: |
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"You Must...!" |
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He can only rule |
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There wasn't a sign of compassion, |
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In him. |
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It was a cold, callous and angry cry, |
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Of that night that had inspired me once. |
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Night that had taken me away |
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To another world, |
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Where I had to stay, |
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But to stay as a slave, |
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Where I would be forever on fire |
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And damn this life, existence, this dream. |