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When I reach your land |
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Will you be out there? |
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I buried the day in that field |
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And grew my past there. |
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Reach |
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When I reach out my hand |
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Will you be near then? |
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Buried myself in that field |
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I hoped to find you there |
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When I call out your name |
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Will you appear then? |
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or will it stay silent and will i die alone again? |
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I carried the void.down deep in me |
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Reach |
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When will I reach |
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The new morning |
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The new day.and we will meet |
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Death |
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The harvest of blood. |
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In our blood.in our eyes |
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Give us |
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A lamp before our feet |
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A light before our eyes |
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Give us courage |
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To live |
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A life dead inside |
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There is no end |
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That we will not reach |