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Hold still, it swiftly passes |
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Innocence |
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Tread fast on known paths |
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And be firm |
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Strangeness is my grace |
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Remain silent. |
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Solace, a comfort we embrace |
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Remembrance shattered to pieces |
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In this old bent frame |
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Sketches of a visionary mind |
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Tainted and washed out |
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A fresh breath to inhale. |
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Kaleidoscope |
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Reveal the pinnacle |
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Of what's deep down |
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Buried by numbers |
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The huntsman chased down |
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With his back turned to the wall. |
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The summit |
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Climb it |
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Watch the colors blend |
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While you fall down |
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It all fades to grey. |
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Flesh and bone |
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Take this moment to remember. |
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When you gaze behind a corner, |
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Another one awaits. |
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Such a horror to break it down |
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This place is blank to begin with. |
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Hold still, it swiftly passes |
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Innocence |
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Tread fast on known paths |
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And be firm |
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Strangeness is my grace |
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Remain silent. |
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Flesh and bone |
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Take this moment to remember |
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Your name. |
