| With the morning sun came a sadness
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| Swift and silent. |
| took luster and pride
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| Bereaved and forlorn, abiding the torment bright
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| It sparked outrage. |
| condemnation
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| Discaged flame to fire and heart
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| Let loose all of fetters, restraints and poses demure!
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| Turn your head now!
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| To the sun
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| Turn your head now …
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| And run!
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| Over hills and mountainside
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| To the crests of monuments — rise to the sky
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| From glen to glen, from sea to sea
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| All burden shall perish, all doubt recoil
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| May your feet stamp all failures into soil
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| And cast all shadows far far away
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| Turn your head now! |
| to the sun
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| Turn your eye now! |
| become undone
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| I’m staring at the firmament
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| From mires of regrets
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| The morning turns no pages blank
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| All remains unsaid
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| What have you done to me?
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| What lies beyond?
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| The great unknown
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| Cast your doubts into the wind
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| From glen to glen
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| From sea to sea
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| Pull me under
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| What have you done
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| Turn your eye now! |
| to the sun
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| There are places in the vast and the unknown
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| I dare not ever see
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| How can I chase away all these fears
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| Of night has come the day
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| Keep all gates closed and lights dim in eclipse
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| Cause all I want is stay
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| And never leave
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| The brave new me
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| Vanished in the morning light
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| With no return at night
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| Brave new me — ha — afraid of things that he cannot see
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| I’m staring at the firmament
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| From mires of regret
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| Morning turns no pages blank
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| All remains unsaid
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| What have you done to me?
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| What lies beyond?
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| The great unknown
|
| Cast your doubts into the wind
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| From glen to glen
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| From sea to sea
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| Pull me under
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| What have you done
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| To see what lies beyond this daunting ridge?
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| Lands of fire and demise?
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| And what if there were just another morrow waiting
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| In fraud and disguise? |