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Here lies before me a road unwalked upon |
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I am prepared to be the first to walk on shadowed stones |
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That none has dwelled before |
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The holy ones stand alert, they await if |
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I might fall |
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They who pass judgement upon us all |
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Won't see your darkened face |
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Won't see your black embrace that makes my fire blaze |
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The path ahead, a neverending way |
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And all the words you said to me about the life |
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That could have been so pure like a knife made of gold |
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And I feel the tremors in my soul |
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That lead me now into a fall |
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Which seems like a neverending way |
