| In gigantum umeris
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| Shouldering giants while giants are shouldering me
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| Evocare daimones
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| My legacy’s summoning ghosts claiming inadequacy
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| Nothing compares nothing comes close
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| Hollow nonsense is all I compose
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| Lucem ferre tenebris
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| Frantically begging for memories to lead me to the light
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| Desperare carmini
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| This desperate poem must not be the last words I write
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| Nothing comes about in this prostrated state
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| Meaningless drivel is all I create
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| A glimmer of hope
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| A blaze in these days of despair
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| Converting the rope
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| Rekindling the romance that wrecked you beyond all repair
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| Fabulas repetere
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| I feel like I’ve told all these stories before
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| Ardens siti anima
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| And my thirsty mind craves for the torrents to pour
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| A glimmer of hope
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| A blaze in these days of despair
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| Converting the rope
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| Rekindling the romance that wrecked you beyond repair
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| You live to create and creations are weighing you down
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| Some days you are king and some days you are cursing your crown
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| Who can get me out of this hell?
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| With the millions of stories I’ve yet to tell
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| Who can turn this lead into gold?
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| Turn these words into stories that need to be told
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| Out of this hole into a new day
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| My life is a work of art here to stay
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| Out of this hole and into another day
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| My art is way of life and here to stay
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| A glimmer of hope
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| A blaze in these days of despair
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| Converting the rope
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| Rekindling this romance that wrecked you and ruined you
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| Led you to nowhere
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| A glimmer of hope
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| A blaze in these days of despair
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| Converting the rope
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| Rekindling the romance that wrecked you beyond all repair
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| You live to create and creations are weighing you down |