| Opened, searched, wizards grant thy will
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| Perfected pattern lay before an open door
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| Command strengths to force this return
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| Close down, hold the gate, you lie becoming fate
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| To many shooting stars
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| To many hopeful dreams
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| For long you have wished
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| Wished to be one of few
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| I see you now, I see you fade
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| For your dreams are forgotten, not buried, just never lit
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| For there was one with a thought
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| But there was so many else
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| Turn and see, you were never alone, never unique
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| Amusing it is to see
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| How you crave to be outstanding
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| But you are clipped and stripped
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| Giving me pleasuring thrills
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| I do admire your death
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| To many shooting stars
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| To many hopeful dreams
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| For long you have wished
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| Wished to be one of few |