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Oh these years of misconception |
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Would have led anyone in a place of mist |
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Uncertainty fools one |
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Blind be the meek |
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For they shall stand in the middle of the path |
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Don't ever give a glance at your sides |
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Keep the way enlightened |
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Don't let darkness be evermore |
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Another path there is |
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That hurts heart and soul |
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It shows both truth and scorn |
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Its end reveals wisdom and despair |
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Tightest links are those |
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You tie around your own world |
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Blindest eyes will ever see |
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But yet the Chrysalis that's weaved is hollow and dead |
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A meaningless existence implies an arbitrary end |
