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Young man, strifed for life, for nothing but his own. |
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A silent speaker. An open mind. |
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An intense dreamer, though so confined. |
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Derogating more and more. |
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Investigating, continuously, the power of individual strength. |
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But his passion swept him away, off to the farthest shore. |
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Tasted the sweet warmth of love only once or twice. |
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He did realize, rebirth of these passionate emotions, could not be experienced one more time. |
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He firmly, and stubborn to himself, continued his strife. |
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He never knew what got him. |
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But his life was bound to dim. |
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Not like then. |
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It would never be the same. |
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Drowned in his own darkness, until the light goes out. |
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It's hard to say, but it is better this way. |