| The sun stings my faded eyes
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| On this burning morn
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| No refuge in sight
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| No breath to cull a cry
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| Dragging my broken bones
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| In a trail of dust behind me
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| Under the dispiriting watch
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| Of the soulless, blinding eye
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| Rising from the desert
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| An exiled peak stands forlorn
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| A vast fortress whose facade
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| Defies the will of all men
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| Crawling from the desert
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| An exiled man weeps forlorn
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| A frail vessel whose will
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| Has been defied by all men
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| In the shadow of a gnarled tree
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| At the foot of the peak, I collapse
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| And with one last remaining thought
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| I yearn for a grave in which to lie
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| Rising from the desert
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| An exiled peak stands forlorn
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| A vast fortress whose facade
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| Defies the will of all men
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| Crawling from the desert
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| An exiled man weeps forlorn
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| A frail vessel whose will
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| Has been defied by all men
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| Can be this be the end?
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| Is this all I have left?
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| To die at the foot of this towering peak?
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| As night’s hold creeps forward
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| A brilliant light appears from a concealed hollow
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| I gather my strength and rise from the dust
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| For this strange light lures me forward
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| It calls my name
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| It draws me near
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| It calls me name
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| It draws me near
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| I cross the threshold into this new realm
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| And with every step the light becomes brighter
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| As exhaustion’s clutch takes hold, I fall to the bank
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| Of a shimmering pool as clear as glass
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| Millions of brilliant lights dance and flicker from it’s depths
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| And with a sigh I cup my hands and drink
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| As my body falls numb and the light begins to fade
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| I know that in this cavern I’ll die
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| Bird of prey
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| What is your place
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| Down in the fields
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| Trespasser divine
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| No hunger atones
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| And still you must weep
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| Over the bones
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| And burn like the sun
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| Bearing the load
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| There’s no peace
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| Not in the sky
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| Not in the sea
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| Down in the dirt
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| Is where it must be
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| Down in the earth
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| Is where it must be
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| Down in the dirt
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| Is where it must be
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| Down in the dirt
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| Bird of prey
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| Trespasser divine
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| How do you sleep
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| Or measure the time
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| Your hunger alone
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| Must burn like the sun
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| And still you must weep
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| For everyone
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| For everyone
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| I awake to the howling of wind
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| My breath like acrid smoke in this thin glacial air
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| Where have I gone?
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| I try to shake off the confusion
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| And when I rise to my feet
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| I look out…
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| How am I standing at the summit of this lonesome peak?
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| Where have I gone?
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| The night sky splits and from it’s wound
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| Bleeds a spiraling aurora
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| As this spectacle draws closer
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| A figure appears
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| An ethereal woman whose long hair veils her face
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| She offers me her hand and tells me to not be afraid
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| I take it and she pulls me to her breast
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| «Don't be afraid, don’t be afraid» she says
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| As everything turns black |