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The house, the storm |
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Feather and tar |
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Art, existence |
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The flower in the sewer |
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The days of mourn are pass |
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All sorrow aside |
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I finally arrived |
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In a realm I thought not to be true |
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Here I dwell forever |
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Eternal ease |
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Found a lotus in the sewer |
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A lake for the sword |
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No longer sick of shining |
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- no longer scared of burning |
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The world has silenced |
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The voices are gone |
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I made oil my water |
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And dust my air |
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Found relief, salvation |
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Quit the downward spiral |
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Sad years, bygone |
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Future - the brightest white |
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Grand, imperial peace |
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I left the wretched, the scarred |
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Despise all grief |
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Antogonism obsolete |
