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upon our evening when the sun fired blanks |
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there rode the sickness out of our sight |
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carried torches burned out long before it's time |
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among these ruins where our love to be found |
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ambition falters when no better is to be known |
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cling to the unfounded pride |
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death to our belonging |
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and our ministy of two |
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set the higher standard |
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and to a greater fall descend |
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slaves to one another |
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and to others be it not |
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soothing be temptation |
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force the conscience to a halt |
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caused a high vibration |
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a tender light to be part of you |
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the two-way escape |
