| There is something very dark the shadow of which can’t be turned around
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| To diffuse some light, what is this thing at last
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| Whose sound has been muted and repressed? |
| Attracted to the color red
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| Some dim, some intimately deep corner
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| You’re not much loved under the light
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| One war as one too many war
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| One war, the one that killed his soul
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| He runs closer and closer to the wood, (?) for your love
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| And although well and in flux, he teaches no one (?)
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| Chance crushes, the deeper bones
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| So what, you are a monster but I’m part woman, rid yourself of me
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| Your case needs opening up, look inside, feel what needs to be felt
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| There are choices you can make, the humble ones of the poet
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| The player, he cannot sleep at night
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| The player whose soul was killed in war |