| Birds in scarlet trees, and educated leaves,
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| Appearing downing in the season watching mortal thieves
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| Here on the ground in dissaray,
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| It seems
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| Here on the ground in statics way,
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| Take me
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| Endless melee, my thoughts failing, it’s nothing new
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| Throw out my care, into the air, it’s all I do
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| Stare in the dark, I made it this far, I’ll see it through
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| Movements out of fray, they’ve not yet found their way,
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| and we’re up solely from the start that we all will someday
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| Not that there’s perils in my dreams, lately
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| She’s always rushing at me,
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| Wake me
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| Endless melee, my thoughts failing, it’s nothing new
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| Throw out my care, into the air, it’s all I do
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| Stare in the dark, I made it this far, I’ll see it through,
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| Through…
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| Endless melee, my thoughts failing, it’s nothing new
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| Stare in the dark, I made it this far, I’ll see this through |