| she flies
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| on rays of sunlight
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| yet she tries
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| to block the sky
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| for in the cold
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| and in the dark
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| it is easier to hide
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| and easier to brush aside
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| all of her guilt
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| what kind of scars
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| can twist our memories
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| in such a way that we believe
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| that all the suffering we have endured
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| is just all about to cease
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| the truth resides inside a place
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| and she has chosen to be brave
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| she has abandoned all her rage
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| and chose denial as a way
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| what kind of scars can twist our memories
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| in such a way that we believe
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| that all the suffering we have endured
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| is just all about to cease
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| what kind of misery can cloak the truth that we promised we would find
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| we never thought we would forget the past and render ourselves blind |