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I can see through the veil |
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Seeing all I need see |
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Nothing is hidden here |
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Deep into the woods |
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Casting |
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Letters that speak of... |
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All |
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Is all |
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Is naught |
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No-one but me |
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Knows of this place |
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Sanctuary |
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Where I construct |
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Dream while there is no strife |
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Anguish pulls no weight |
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One can see and the other is blind |
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Through the same pair of eyes |
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We have lost sight |
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Of the night-side of the self |
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Hunted by the fear |
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Of reunion |
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Night-sight is bliss |
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For he who dares look into |
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A world where you embrace the opposite |
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Where you are whole |
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There is no lasting joy |
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In numbness and dogma |
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Too much is too little in knowledge |
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Driven by mystery |
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We have lost sight |
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Of the night-side of the self |
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Hunted by the fear |
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Of reunion |
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Night-sight is bliss |
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For he who dares look into |
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A world where you embrace the opposite |
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Where you are whole |
