| It came from dismal shadows
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| Creeping, sudden, from behind.
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| fell upon my merry whistle
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| darkened me at heart and sight.
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| Back with me, one again with the memory
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| Again I behold the ruins
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| that I left when I was all devoured by wrath.
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| Last night out in the timber
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| a thousand torrent’s vehemence
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| came rushing through my veins
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| Up my throat and filled the eyes,
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| And then that I knew
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| all pain will be undone
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| When I pack my bags
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| And depart for lonely roads
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| And with courageous verve I stride
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| chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering
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| How come you never bleed
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| When I stab right into your back.
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| How come you never choke
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| When I drown you in the sea.
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| Merely hours passed
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| that I had left him to his mountains
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| his colossal idols — one for every spear in me.
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| Slopes so steep,
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| I could not conquer in a lifetime.
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| Now they’re all but ruins,
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| Ruins I left behind.
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| And with courageous verve I stride
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| chop the heads off plants aside, still wondering
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| How come you never bleed
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| When I stab right into your back.
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| How come you never choke
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| When I drown you in the hot and burning sea.
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| There is always one waiting for me, my beloved
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| I shall be with her again so soon.
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| craving for her lips, her kiss
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| Her hair in summer winds
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| The morning dew dripping down her breasts.
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| Shadows and Flames.
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| I have been demure
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| Cries were silent but heart ablaze.
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| have been one of his shadows
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| Condemned to stray an unlit maze.
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| My feet are numb, soles torn wide open
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| After endless years of clambering
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| My path is lit and leads me north.
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| And with courageous verve I stride
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| chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering
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| How come you never bleed
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| When I stab right into your back,
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| How come you never choke
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| When I drown you in the hot and burning sea? |