| The tired moon was crawling through the trees
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| The branches were casting shadows on the ground
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| A sad tale took place that October morning
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| A lost soul left home for the last time
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| Betrayed by the world, the unknown and invisible
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| Tangled in a web of reality never real for her
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| The view of the world was so different
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| From underneath the surface
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| In the water she felt no pain
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| And the wings of the magpie swept her breath away
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| She kneeled for death in silence
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| The trail to the lodge is Julia
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| In the water she felt no pain
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| And the wings of the magpie swept her breath away
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| She was left to this decision alone
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| Misguided in the careless crusade
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| So she went away that day
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| It was the end of her world
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| She walked the narrow way blinded by life
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| Blinded by life
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| The presence of pain was here
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| In water tears were invisible
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| It was all in the crest of misery
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| She kneeled for death in silence
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| No answers will be found and the black lodge still remains
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| It has always been the end, and she was finally there
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| The dying moon laid down to rest through the nightmares
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| And overhead the cloudy sky started to cry |