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We scale the face of reason |
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To find at least one sign |
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That could reveal the true dimensions |
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Of life lest we forget |
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And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life |
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With all of it's misery and wretched lies |
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Away from harm |
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We lay by cool still waters |
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And gazed into the sun |
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And like the moth's great imperfection |
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Succumbed to her fatal charm |
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Any maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love |
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The victim of fools who watch and stand in line |
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Away from harm |
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In our vain pursuit |
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Of life for one's own end |
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Will this crooked path |
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Ever cease to end? |
