| Should I let me guide me All that lies before me
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| And If I lay beauty before me and above me
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| And If I lay beauty behind me and below me
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| Is that wrong of me To escape these surroundings
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| Agony is the moment created Redefined and riveted
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| And If I lay beauty behind me and below me
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| And If I lay beauty before me and above me
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| Is that wrong of me Is that wrong of me
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| Syllables to coat the cracks where Memory shatters without language
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| Beauty lies before me Beauty lies above me Beauty lies behind me Beauty lies
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| beneath me
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| Is that wrong of me To escape these surroundings
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| Belief remains The mind ultimately reigns |