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He longs for the light of spring |
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Without knowing that glimmer |
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In the dazing light, floating on pleasure |
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Tyranny never ceases inside me |
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Just walking on, that's all |
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No progress |
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And when you look aside you would finally realize |
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It's an eye |
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Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish |
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They're almost the same |
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Watch out, don't freak out |
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Time goes and burns out before you notice |
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Go and Stop |
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Who could decide that I should stop? |
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And don't want for you to find the truth? |
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A blind and active comrade must be more harm than good |
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Light reflected from blind eyes is not the true bright light |
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He knows the being of light only as a matter of fact |
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He wouldn't know it until he is dead |
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Your eyes remind me of eyes of a dead fish |
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They're almost the same |
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Watch out, don't freak out |
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Time goes and burns out before you notice |
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Go and Stop |
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Who could decide that I should stop? |
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And don't want for you to know yourself? |
