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I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top, |
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looked down, around, and all that I could see |
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were those that I would dearly love to share with |
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crashing on quite blindly to the sea.... |
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I tried to ask what game this was |
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but knew I would not play it: |
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the voice, as one, as no-one, came to me.... |
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We have looked upon the heroes and they are found wanting; |
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we have looked hard across the land but we can see no dawn; |
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we have now dared to sear the sky but we are still bleeding; |
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we are drawing near to the cliffs, |
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now we can hear the call. |
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The clouds are piled in mountain-shapes, |
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there is no escape except to go forward. |
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Don't ask us for an answer now, |
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it's far too late to bow to that convention. |
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What course is there left but to die? |
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We have looked upon the High Kings, found them less than mortals: |
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their names are dust before the just march of our young, new law. |
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Minds stumbling strong, we hurtle on into the dark portal; |
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No-one can halt our final vault |
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into the unknown maw. |
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And as the Elders beat their brows |
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they know that it is really far too late now to stop us, |
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for if the sky is seeded death |
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what is the point in catching breath? Expel it. |
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What cause is there left but to die |
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in searching of something we're really not too sure of?" |
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What cause is there left but to die? |
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I really don't know why. |
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I know our ends may be soon but why do you make them sooner? |
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Time may finally prove only the living move her and |
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no life lies in the quicksand. |
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Yes, I know it's |
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out of control, out of control: |
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greasy machinery slides on the rails, |
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young minds and bodies on steel spokes impaled. |
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Cogs tearing bones, cogs tearing bones; |
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iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams, |
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mind and machinery box-press the dreams. |
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But there still is time.... |
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Cowards are they who run today, the fight is beginning... |
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no war with knives, fight with our lives, lemmings can teach nothing; |
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death offers no hope, we must grope for the unknown answer, |
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unite our blood, abate the flood, |
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avert the disaster. |
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There's other ways than screaming in the mob: |
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that makes us merely cogs of hatred. |
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Look to the why and where we are, |
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look to yourselves and the stars,yes, and in the end |
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what choice is there left but to live |
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in the hope of saving |
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our children's children's little ones? |
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What choice is there left but to live |
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What choice is there left but to live |
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What choice is there left but to live |
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to save the little ones? |
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What choice is there left but to try? |
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What choice is there left but to try? |
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What choice is there left but to try? |
