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Walking slowly through the valley of rest |
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Seemingly unnoticed by the powers of life |
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To identify the meaning of my dreams. |
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The rocks in the shades are witnesses |
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Of my remaining depressingly |
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As I kept on going just to stop at a well. |
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Entering the well |
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I felt like |
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Christ At his descent down to hell. |
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Observed by creatures while intruding their realm |
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With my soul burning and my mind confused |
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I went on in this maze of darkness |
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Driven onward by powers unseen |
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The impending nearness of the |
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Prince of |
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Death I passed the broken well of my dreams. |
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Reimparting strength into my inmost self, |
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And Accepting dreams as a means of resistance. |
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Entering the well |
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I felt like |
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Christ At his descent down to hell. |
