| Abstract sun, you’re the Sanskrit in my book
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| Dominion, innocence and pride you took
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| As a god, I drink the beauty with my eyes
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| As a man, I do become what I despise
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| The first time I tried, I bled and I died
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| Out of the jar to this flamboyant star
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| Drawn like a moth, clutching because
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| The idol was there, I approached struck with fear
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| Locust sun, you’re the apple and the pie
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| Appolyon, wrapped in ash and so am I
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| And I ask, do men cry or am I wrong?
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| Gone too far will I live to end this song?
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| Again now I crept, I saw and I wept
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| So near, still so far, I’m nothing at all
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| The last time was right, I gave you my life
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| The purpose I found and now I am gone
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| Into the Abstract Sun |