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Slowly, as I speak, |
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The could darknes behind me |
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My glance stiffens |
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And further and further it goes |
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Too far away is that I crave |
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The fatal distance kills me |
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Yet I can never die |
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The change arise from within |
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Not from resting in |
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The past nor kin |
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Its conquest is to win |
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Regardless of the mission |
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I can not show you my vision |
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Nor can you understand |
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That my journey ends in shadowland |
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Slowly, as you speak, |
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The clouds darkens behind you |
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Your glance stiffens |
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And further and further it goes |
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Too far away is that you crave |
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The fatal distance kills you |
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Yet you can never die |
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The black and white |
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Was meant for nothing |
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The shadows meant for all |
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Behold, the barriers of |
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Wisdom fall |
