| The sigh of summer upon my return
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| Fifteen alike since I was here
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| Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail
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| Snuffing the first morning rays
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| Weary from what might have been ages
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| Still calm with my mind at peace
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| Would I prosper or fall, drain the past
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| The lapse of the moment took it’s turn
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| I was foul and tainted, devoid of faith
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| Wearing my death mask at birth
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| The hands of God decrepit and thin
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| Cold caress and then nothing
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| I was taken away from my plight
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| A treason bestowed to the crowd
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| Branded a Jonah with fevered blood
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| Ungodly freak, defiler
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| Pale touch, writhing in the embers
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| Damp mud burning in my eyes
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| All the faces turned away
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| And all would sneer at my demise
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| Outcast with dogmas forged below
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| Seared and beaten, banished from where I was born
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| No mercy would help me on my way
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| In the pouring rain, nothing is the same
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| Vows in ashes
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| I pledge myself to no one
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| Seethed and spiteful
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| All shudder at the call of my name
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| If you’ll bear with me
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| You’ll fear all of me
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| There is no forgiveness in these eyes
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| For any of you but one
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| Dispel the mist for now
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| Melinda is the reason why I’ve come
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| Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| She is water drops over the pyre
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| A thistle in my hands
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| Stained and torn, aged and brown
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| Virtuous shell with kindred innocence
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| I awoke from the miasma
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| Passing swiftly through the moor
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| This is here, waters stir
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| And in the distance, all that was lost
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| If you’ll bear with me
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| You’ll fear all of me
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| You’d never leave me to
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| A fate with you |