| I loose my tongue
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| And tell all who will listen
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| And beg of my friend
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| To assume my position
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| Pretending belief,
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| Then try to explain
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| But clearly they really believe I’m insane
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| Despite the intensity of all that I have seen
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| My rigid conviction — it was not a dream
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| They cast seeds of uncertainty
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| Deep in my mind
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| They implant ambiguity
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| Attempting to blind me
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| My trembling arm is taken
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| By a stranger’s outstretched hand
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| His grip is firm
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| His voice is firm
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| And I succumb
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| To his demands
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| Confused (and not a little scared) I am taken to a room, where but one single
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| candle flame relieves the heavy gloom
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| There do I retell my tale, not once, but many times, at last, believed,
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| I am relieved, contentment now is mine
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| «…In ships of fire and helms of bronze they came to meet me
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| A sight as strange as death itself — believe me, don’t bereave me
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| Children of light from the corners of time, fanning the embers of piece
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| Their intent was defied in the face of mankind, and begone, we compelled them
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| to leave…»
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| All at once their sympathy averts to ridicule, they scorn me as they would a
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| clown, a jester, or a fool
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| «Forgive us for misleading you», my captor wryly said, «those things you saw
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| were real enough — but only in your head»
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| So am I insane? |
| Now I’m not so sure, straining my senses still I must endure
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| Trapped in this labyrinth of doubt and confusion, denial of all is my only
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| solution |