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Gazing aimlessly into the night |
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While the rest of us |
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Restless and wrestling with our thoughts |
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Attempt to flee the nest |
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And build our ruminations |
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On pillars of the mind |
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Whose strength will grant |
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Liberation from doubt and pain |
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Dismay will no longer be our name |
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Instead the phantom spends |
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It's pensive evenings in meditation |
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Besting temptations of fear and dread |
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Awake, without hesitation |
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And desperate to render some use in the day |
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Today, he speaks aloud |
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He speaks aloud |
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He speaks aloud to make sure he's breathing |
