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We scaled the face of reason |
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To find at least one sign |
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That would reveal the true dimensions |
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Of life, lest we forget |
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And maybe, it's easier |
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To withdraw from life |
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With all of its misery |
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And wretched lies away from harm |
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We lay by cool, still waters |
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And gazed into the sun |
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And like the moth's great imperfection |
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Succumbed to her fatal charm |
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And maybe it's me |
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Who dreams unrequited love |
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The victim of fools who watch |
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And stand in line away from harm |
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In our vain pursuit |
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Of life for one's own end |
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Will this crooked path |
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Ever cease to end? |
