| Before the dazzling light this eye
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| Before the rushing breath of though
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| Before was seen the mild, mild sky
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| Before the knowing came to naught
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| We came to search for what was lost
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| Lost from conscious mind
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| Against the last door
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| Foolishness enshrined
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| One knew the beauty of this place
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| Now no one’s speaking of its loss
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| Time did not memory erase
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| Just fear of what it all must cost
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| We came to search for what was lost
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| Lost from conscious mind
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| Against the last door
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| Foolishness enshrined
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| The waves of feeling washed away
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| A golden age that no one knew
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| A tragic scene the people say
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| And all believe in nothing true
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| We came to search for what was lost
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| Lost from conscious mind
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| Against the last door
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| Foolishness enshrined |