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With my inner self full of arrogance |
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I disdain my future in the summit of the mountain |
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Amid the coldest solitude |
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I have learned to die, I have learned to die |
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To die in the deepest sense |
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The fear of the end is the source of all want of hate |
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And that fear is born just when hate itself begins to vanish. |
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I replaced the dim light of day |
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By the shining of the nameless, profane night. |
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I have learned to die, I have learned to die |
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To die in the deepest sense |
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The fear of the end is the source of all want of hate |
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And that fear is born just when hate itself begins to vanish. |
