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He accompanies me through wind and rain |
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When I'm in agony and pain |
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He warns me for the change, the change of tide |
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And tells me when and where to hide |
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When I was born along came he |
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When I arose he came alive in me |
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But only I was recognized |
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Vivid in their dream |
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No one saw him gleam |
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How selective they wish to perceive |
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In the lie, they want to believe |
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The trees blossom acknowledged |
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The roots denied |
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Because if he'd be noticed |
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They'd tremble, terrified |
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Why not speak of him freely? |
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Of the one hushed so ruthlessly? |
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He who offers the ultimate escape |
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Out of this treacherous world full rape |
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To me, a friend |
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Guardian of my final breath |
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To them, their greatest fear |
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They call him "DEATH" |