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From the east the dawning breaks |
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Coating shards of earth |
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Watchful eyes are grazing the peril chasing |
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Still they must venture |
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Unyielding iron scornful in delicate hands |
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They heave the cravings of boundless cancer |
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Braced to endeavour, yet I could barely crawl |
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Should it sever my heart from yours |
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Keep me close to you |
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Lest I drift away |
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Guard me from the woes |
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They will merely make |
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A penny's worth of bleeding |
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A fortune spent in healing |
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And serve the mirth to devils |
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For whom my toil is given |
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Pray for sleep |
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The rainfall of embers |
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Bathe me deeply as I reach |
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For your face |
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The icon of mercy |
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Will you take me from this place? |
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They rise and dictate the ruthless nihilist |
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In reeking mantles all made of vermin |
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Such hunger, to the dirt - infectious savagery |
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They are the bile permeating reason |
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Whence appeared the scent and taste |
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Of God and love and wealth |
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And whither do they translate |
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Into assets unknown to pathos |
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\"...As a victim of a holocaust he hath received them |
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And in time there shall be respect had to them\" |
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(From Wisdom of Solomon 3: 6) |
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Scorching heat, the panting shrieks |
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Water boils in earth |
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Dreary looms the freedom, the scars of Eden |
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Our death is trivial |