| As the seasons turn and spoil
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| A crooked axis guides my way
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| Down unsung paths that burn out
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| The most hardened of drifters
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| Still I wander endlessly
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| Through houses turned to graves
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| A stone in the eyes of humankind
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| Forever at bay
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| Held captive by untold wounds
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| Of corporeal and psychic root
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| Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish
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| Where joy and sorrow entwine
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| Can I shake free the detritus of these countless, vagrant years?
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| Can I harness the wild flame that lays dormant deep within?
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| Still I wander endlessly
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| Through houses turned to graves
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| A stone in the eyes of humankind
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| Forever at bay
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| Held captive by untold wounds
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| Of corporeal and psychic root
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| Aloft in a storm of unseen anguish
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| Where joy and sorrow entwine
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| A fire burns deep in the citadel of my weary heart
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| A fire burns deep in the citadel of my weary heart
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| I will break free from captivity
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| I will weather the storm
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| I will shake free from detritus
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| I will harness the wild flame |