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It's so strange, and yet so simple |
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Written on a piece of paper aeons ago |
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And in years to come, |
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I will be someone else |
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But still the same ever changing |
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This burden will always be present, leaving |
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stains of pride within your mind |
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A pride you will bare of your shoulders |
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until death ... do you ... part |
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The entirety I am yearning, I urge for |
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Where sense is |
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I passed it a thousand times, left it all behind |
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In search for more |
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Like children wandering childhoods meadows |
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Evolving stronger and still |
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Behaving like fools |
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For the sun shall shine upon you |
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Child of universal Tongue |
