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The tree grows sturdy |
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The rock withstands the raging floods |
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Fate wields the axe |
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Turns the tide that will one day |
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Cause the stone to break |
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Inside this painfull dissonance |
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I commend myself to dark oblivion |
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Petrified and crippled |
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My safe harbour lies in ruins |
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A life never to be lived |
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Joy never to be felt |
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Laughter never to be heard again |
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Never to be healed again |
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Estranged and marked by loss |
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I lash out at the unreachable |
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Disposable creature |
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Denying the uncomfortable |
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Your soul will never cease to pulse inside me |
