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Disposition in no light, forgotten |
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Sterilize and defeat, any right to project |
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The overlooked, with the martyrs, strain upwards to find |
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Integrity lost, sanctity dead |
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Understood that no understanding survives |
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That with no one to lead, no one Is lead |
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way untold, towards a lack of such reprise |
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still, integrity's lost, sanctity's dead |
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still with honor we claim outright |
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full within all of our |
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thoughts, brief in all of our |
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claims on what we all hold |
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to be our significance |
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unto the world |
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to never be bought |
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until the meaning proves itself infinitely too much to bear |
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to be right, as we celebrate, the age of conceptual decay |
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it just doesn't fair, to hold sight, and in confidence, search for a way |
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moving forward, were advancing on square one and losing all ground set before |
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through the depths of civility, but seeing only what we spawn |
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to be right, as we celebrate, the age of conceptual decay |
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it just doesn't fair, to hold sight, and in confidence, search for a way |
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motive to abridge, exhibition of restraint |
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Disposition in no light, forgotten |
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Sterilize and defeat, any right to project |
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The overlooked, with the martyrs, strain upwards to find |
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Integrity lost, sanctity dead |
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Understood that no understanding survives |
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That with no one to lead, no one Is lead |
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way untold, towards a lack of such reprise |
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still, integrity's lost, sanctity's dead |