| I think I saw a blaze of sorrow
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| piercing through your mind,
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| I wish that I could tell the difference
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| between the wicked and the blind
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| To see the literature as justice,
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| to hear the melody of crime,
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| combine them both into a masterpiece
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| of some primordial design
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| Pouring the sentiments on the coherent rhyme,
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| never knowing it might grow and grow in time,
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| place the lies you hidden well unto the one you trust,
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| ensemble of depression, compose the Overture Of Dust
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| Pouring the sentiments on the coherent rhyme,
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| never knowing it might grow and grow in time
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| Divergence of beliefs
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| combined into formation
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| no one can achieve,
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| the clandestine submission
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| The clandestine submission
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| Never dare to touch the fire
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| unless the burning fill your soul
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| beyond the reason you expired,
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| there is a feeling that’s begging you to crawl
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| Promise me this
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| and I will leave you be,
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| don’t you ever dare to stare
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| into my entity
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| Pouring the sentiments on the coherent rhyme,
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| never knowing it might grow and grow in time,
|
| place the lies you hidden well unto the one you trust,
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| ensemble of depression, compose the Overture Of Dust |