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At these moments |
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I don't need the myths to recognise me |
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Then a veil of mist descends |
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And I become a happier man |
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While unexplored self doubts pretend for a moment, to be |
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What they fear they are - |
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The recurrent assertion of surrogate horror |
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Well, it's been a bad year |
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A man's future is mangled, |
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Depression knots tightly at the center of his being |
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A wave of sensuality ****s that smooth hole |
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Yes, this has been quite a bad year |
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A brittle twig at the end of the branch cracks |
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This has been a bad year, conducted quietly from both sides |
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I predict people will die and new ones will arise |
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They shall arise- |
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Acceptance as prophecy- |
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Only one moment conquers |
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And that only to smash my sheltered childhood |
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A world which |
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I loved,I loved |
