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See the bird and its opulent beauty |
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It asks not for love, it asks not for pity |
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Yet mine eyes do betray me, for the feathers hath fallen |
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The bird is no longer; a child in its place |
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Her face... her face... A muse of stone and mirrors, |
| [03:11.801] |
Concealed beneath the veil of a smile |
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Within her hand I can see the shimmer, |
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The steel that screams to taste my flesh... |
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To unbind and unshackle me, once and forever |
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I am nothing again... I unravel, I dissolve... |
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I remember... |
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The image is fading, these eyes cannot see |
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We pray for their mercy, we pray to be free |
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The sky is my painting, my tears are the rain |
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I open these wings and feel no more pain |
