| Atropos has called out to me
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| She says, «This is where and when you’ll die»
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| So I reply, «What happens next?»
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| And receive no answer this time
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| So it just sinks
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| It sinks into my bones
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| The sinking anchor
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| The intolerable weight
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| My fate will find my here
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| A silken thread always finds where it came from
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| She calls again
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| Another where, another when
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| But it piques no interest this time, no
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| I reply again, «I do not fear death»
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| But it’s a lie
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| It’s always a lie
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| So it just sinks
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| It’s a lie
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| So it just
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| It sinks into my bones
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| Sinking angrily and sorrowfully
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| My fate will find my here
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| A silken thread always finds where it came from
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| The thread’s still tethered
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| The questions asked are left with no answers yet to speak of
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| At twilight, still left with no answers
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| Skin and bones left to wonder if it’s a lie
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| It sinks into my bones
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| Sinking angrily and sorrowfully
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| My fate will find my here
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| A silken thread always finds where it came from
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| My fate will find me here
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| I’ll bleed where I’ve bled
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| At twilight we’ll be free |