| With closed eyes I greet the fallen
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| Joy denied autums calling
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| Withering beauty scornful madness
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| My redemption
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| A sanctuary from a year of failures
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| A home for the broken
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| Time to rest my weary bones
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| To ease my heart I drop the stone
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| In solitude I feel no pain
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| And for a moment I am sane
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| Organized from the chaos
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| All intact I face the rain
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| Wasted beauty owned by liars
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| True deception
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| Count me in as one of the cowards
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| I’m no exception
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| Time to rest my weary bones
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| To ease my heart I drop the stone
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| In solitude I feel no pain
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| And for a moment I am sane
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| With a handful of nothing
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| And scars in my soul
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| With a handful of nothing
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| I walk through the door
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| Into sanctuary |