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Dim window, purple perfume |
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Sweetly glimpsed upon the lake |
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Our shadow mirrors in the mind |
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To bade in the wake |
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Of an open glass transparency |
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A course to filter through |
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The swinging cage inherently |
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Traps and chose no clue |
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It sweeps across the emptiness |
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Its fortress walls of fright |
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Alluding hands anointed |
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From the cradles of our fight |
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To sing a secret dignity |
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A pathway to the stars |
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With strings and reels invisible |
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They forge the very bars |
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They enter into sacred rhymes |
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That penetrate the meek |
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The arrogant and ignorant |
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Empower themselves to seek |
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An embroidery of vanity |
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Sweeps throughout this land |
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Denial of humility |
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Warm blood lays upon our hands |
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Born of lust, false wombs of trust |
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To break the ancient reason |
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The arrogant and ignorant |
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Empower themselves to season |
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The cage that they have tempered |
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Casts of greed entrenched with lies |
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They sway the unsung galleons |
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Of tribes unrealised |
