| To some this is an abyss
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| To others a barren shore
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| For all a place of no return
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| Where no path lead onwards
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| When words fall short
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| So weak, so frail and futile
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| And the soul is covered by frost
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| Standing at the crossroads of the lost
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| Rapid these waters
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| Such promising alure
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| A final release
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| From what cannot be endured
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| Such a ghastly glow
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| Bestowed upon the one that let go
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| Welcoming hands
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| The river’s cold embrace
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| A cleansing numbness
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| My «I"is ereased
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| Such an eerie flow
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| Thoughts cease, pulled down below
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| Towards release
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| At the bottom of the crystal artery
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| At the bottom of an end
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| Under the weight of all failures
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| Towards the bottom of the crystal artery
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| So slow the descent to a dark end
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| So slow the descent to the unescapbale end
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| At the bottom of the crystal artery
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| The only escape from the limbo
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| Is down into the alluring depths
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| Only by reaching the bottom
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| Where rock and feet can meet
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| Only then can escape be reached
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| One push up and ahead
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| One kick to break free from the dead
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| The darkness never looked brighter
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| Rapid these waters
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| Such promising alure
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| A final release
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| From what cannot be endured
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| Such a ghastly glow
|
| Bestowd upon the one that let go
|
| Welcoming hands
|
| The river’s cold embrace
|
| A cleansing numbness
|
| My «I"is ereased
|
| Such an eerie flow
|
| Thoughts cease, pulled down below
|
| Towards release
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| At the bottom of the crystal artery
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| At the bottom of an end
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| Under the weight of all failures
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| Towards the bottom of the crystal artery
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| So slow the descent to a dark end
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| So slow the descent to the unescapable end
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| At the bottom of the crystal artery
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| I push free |