| Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift
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| And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift
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| Through which i could spy several glimpses beneath
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| Of the darkness the light from above could not reach
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| I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight
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| And upon yonder precipice saw her alight
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| And glared back at me one last look of dismay
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| As if she were the last one she thought i’d betray
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| So much better i said to myself
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| And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf
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| I struggled with destiny upon the ledge
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| And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge
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| And silence contagious in moments like these
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| Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease
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| The passion that sparked me one terrible night
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| And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite
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| So much better i said to myself
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| And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf
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| I struggled with destiny upon the ledge
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| And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge
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| And silence contagious in moments like these
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| Consume me and strengthen my will to appease
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| The passion that sparked me one terrible night
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| (and shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) x5 |