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Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift |
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And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift |
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Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath |
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Of the darkness the light from above could not reach |
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I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight |
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And upon yonder precipice saw her alight |
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And glared back at me one last look of dismay |
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As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray |
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So much better I said to myself |
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And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf |
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I struggled with destiny upon the ledge |
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And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge |
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And silence contagious in moments like these |
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Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease |
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The passion that sparked me one terrible night |
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And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite |
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So much better I said to myself |
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And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf |
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I struggled with destiny upon the ledge |
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And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge |
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And silence contagious in moments like these |
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Consume me and strengthen my will to appease |
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The passion that sparked me one terrible night |
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(And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) |
