| Rising up.
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| Broken down by will of time.
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| Swallow pride, wake you up divine.
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| Protects the low.
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| Watching those who will not shine.
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| What is lost, we will find.
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| Gave up lifetime.
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| Not on time, set shows the den.
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| The center moves the spineless free.
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| Senses are dead.
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| Push your head, but cannot see.
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| Can’t look back up from the deep.
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| This side the wind keeps blowing.
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| Yet cuts me to the bone.
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| And now these hearts keep beating.
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| No gestures cold as stone.
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| The falling spade.
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| The wheel to blame the warning now.
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| Onto a burning massive flame.
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| The heavy fate to soon create will never die.
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| What still belongs possess the threat.
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| This doubtless spree of chaos.
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| Woven into the skies.
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| No gods of ancient ages.
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| A coven we despise. |