| Grabbing the frame, staring down
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| I’m standing on the ledge with the thought “Hold on!”…
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| Stars even light reflected in dreams -
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| In those inspired by the mad monk...
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| When I fall, I suddenly think:
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| The circle that has not yet begun is closed,
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| And the land that seemed so far away -
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| It will open, accept ... it will become easy ...
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| And now, I stand and look at the star.
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| The mad monk holds his book...
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| Be brave!  | 
| In inevitability, let the foot step
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| Half step distance...
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| And now, I stand and look at the star.
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| The mad monk holds his book...
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| Be brave!  | 
| In inevitability, let the foot step
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| Half step distance...
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| Step forward - the flesh is torn, the bone is broken,
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| Anger oozes from the mouth of open matter...
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| Get away, leave me.  | 
| Let me fall
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| I've seen passion come and go...
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| Step forward - the flesh is torn, the bone is broken,
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| Anger oozes from the mouth of open matter...
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| Get away, leave me.  | 
| Let me fall
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| I've seen passion come and go...
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| And now, I stand and look at the star.
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| The mad monk holds his book...
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| Be brave!  | 
| In inevitability, let the foot step
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| Half step distance...
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| And now, I stand and look at the star.
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| The mad monk holds his book...
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| Be brave!  | 
| In inevitability, let the foot step
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| Half step distance...
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| Now never again
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| Our star will not light up
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| Only a series of extinct days
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| My world always haunts ...
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| Now never again
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| The life of the year will not be remembered,
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| Our star will not light up
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| And like drops all the cities ...
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| And now, I stand and look at the star.
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| The mad monk holds his book...
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| Be brave!  | 
| In inevitability, let the foot step
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| Half step distance...
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| And now, I stand and look at the star.
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| The mad monk holds his book...
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| Be brave!  | 
| In inevitability, let the foot step
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| Half step distance... |