| And nothing more that keeps its sense
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| Fire looses its warmth and its light
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| The truth is lost behind a fence
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| Cannot show what is wrong and what’s right
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| Just silence stays forevermore
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| To be an only friendly guest
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| To be a keeper of the lore
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| Which can’t be found in your quest
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| But dusk and void became alive
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| They call, they pray, they whisper to be heard
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| And ask to join them, just to try
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| To turn into a songless bird
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| They ask, they call, they pray, they force
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| To leave your grave under grey stone
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| To cross all borders, break the doors
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| To understand that you are all alone |