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The silent universe seeks echoes to live,to catch a glance but afraid to give |
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For the moments are not measured in time,but in knowledge where some live sublime |
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So this fire must be nourished from birth ,to realise we are born from the dirt |
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The silence of a world without you, the laughing is over now |
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All sound we swallow with pride, quenched within a sea |
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The swell and dip,swallowed and hollowed through |
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To lose the fight for life,last breath,fighting the life |
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I breath The surge and swell of rain,trickles through,my thoughts each time |
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I die My thoughts are taking form,under clouds,the struggle goes on |
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Striving for pain and now |
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I breath,never feel,what is this life for? |
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All hope is pleading,last day,for death has come |
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Rotting away for we are drowned,our days,fall on this night |
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I breath This plague into us breaths,our conception,for we are dead |
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Lead the way to murder,realise,we are never born |
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Enter light of pain as we are dead again |
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As the sea swells and dips with emotion losing its grip |
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Swallowed and hollowed again by the mere existence of pain |
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All hope is dead again |
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All hope is pleading for existence |
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The surge and swell of pain ruins me |
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Trickles through every breath |
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I take |
