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Cold creeps in and I start to feel |
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Each bone of each of my fingers |
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Darkness like a cloak on my shoulders |
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Silence almost close enough to touch |
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I play my part |
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Footsteps echo in the corridor |
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In the dust is left a trail |
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The light pale but not the mind |
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I play my part |
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Not once will I ask for more |
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Not once will I ask for less |
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Belittle the hardness of others |
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Glorify the part of mine |
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I play my part |
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The cold not better than the warm |
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The light as welcome as the dark |
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The sour as sweet as delight |
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I play my part |
