| As one we will embrace the dusk
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| Of times we all lament
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| For every aspiration lost
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| And every fortune spent
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| Such hellish thoughts relinquished
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| In the nightmares heaven sent
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| Reflecting on the obsolescent
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| Moments that we gauge
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| Embody what is life
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| Is just the stigma of an age
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| A monkey is the king
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| Of every kingdom in a cage
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| Exquisite is the maya
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| That pervades in every way
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| As life, the subtle prelude
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| To a posthumous display
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| Embraces like a lover, as a thief
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| It walks away
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| As babes we thread dimensions
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| Of an aged infinity
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| From a past bereft of vision
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| To the darkness do we flee
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| The monkey may be caged but tell me
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| Which of us is free? |