| I’ve so much to say, and yet I cannot speak
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| Come and do my bidding now, for I have grown too weak
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| My weary eyes have seen all that life can give
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| Come to me, O young one, for you I can forgive
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| I stood where no man goes
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| And conquered demon foes
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| With glory and passion
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| No longer in fashion
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| The hero breaks his blade
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| Cast this shadow long that I may hide my face
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| And in this cloak of darkness the world I will embrace
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| In all that I endure
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| Of one thing I am sure
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| Knowledge and reason
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| Change like the season;
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| A jester’s promenade
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| Lying at my feet I see the offering you bring
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| The mark of Cain is on our faces, borne of suffering
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| O, I long to hear you say it’s not been wrong
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| I stand before you now, a riddle in my song
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| The answer is that sweet refrain
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| Unheard it always will remain
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| Beyond our reach, beyond our gain
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| Trapped in life’s parade, a king without a crown
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| In this joy of madness, my smile might seem a frown
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| With talons wrought of steel, I tore the heart of doom
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| And in one gleaming moment I saw beyond the tomb
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| I stood where no man goes
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| Above the din I rose
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| Life is amusing
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| Though we are losing
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| Drowned in tears of awe |