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Walk with me to my mountain's top |
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From its vantage point |
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Is mourning on the faces of those who sleep |
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Sleep with no dreams |
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Follow me and I will show you where to follow yourself |
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In solitude above |
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Watching down below |
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Upon my shoulders collecting is the snow |
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Overwhelmed in a grievous revelation |
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Peering through exhausted pale eyes |
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Into darkness, where the antiquated lie |
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The winter of distress |
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Beneath the weight of knowledge |
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The frostbitten paths to salvation |
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Are strewn with unmarked graves |
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Overwhelmed in a grievous revelation |
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Peering through exhausted pale eyes |
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Into darkness, where the antiquated lie |
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And so I wander as the thief in the night |
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These lonesome footsteps steal only your burden |
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And where its weight lie, I leave the alms of truth |
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A proclamation falling onto deaf ears |
