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Once there were trees full of birds, |
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Meadowlands vibrant with flowers; |
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Carefree the songs our children once sang |
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Gilding our minutes and hours. |
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Clouds came and covered the sun, |
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The breath of the baleful unease |
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Turning to ashes flowers in their fields, |
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Silenced the birds in their trees. |
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Hidden so deep in veils of deceit, |
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Imprisoned in twisting spells - |
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Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams |
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That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves? |
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Strive till the phantoms are broken, |
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Fight till the battle is done; |
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The squadrons of night can't conquer the day, |
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Nor shadows extinguish the sun. |
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Stories of danger, fearless attack, |
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Specters of plague and pain. |
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All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back; |
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And we'll be haunted again, haunted again. |
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For tho the storms are over and past, |
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Tho the thunder's rage is quieted at last |
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Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn, |
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Here to mourn. |
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The night has left us crippled with grief |
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As we strive to keep alive our belief, |
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But a loss so great, it clouds all our hopes for the dawn. |
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Hidden so deep in veils of deceit, |
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Imprisoned in twisting spells - |
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Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams |
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That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves? |
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Stories of danger, fearless attack, |
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Specters of plague and pain. |
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All of these ghosts of our own delusions are back; |
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Have we been fighting in vain? Fighting in vain? |
