| Before I die I’ll write this letter
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| Here are the secrets you must know
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| Until the cloak of evening shadow
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| Changes to mantle of the dawn
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| Will it be sunny then I wonder?
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| Rolling and turning
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| How can I sleep?
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| Hold on till morning
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| What if I fall?
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| Over the hills and down the valleys
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| Soaring aloft and far below
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| Lying on stony ground the fragments
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| Truth is the seed we tried to sow
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| Marking the time spent on our journey
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| There isn’t much we have to show
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| Counting the cost in money only
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| Strikes me as funny don’t you know?
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| Tongue tied the thread of conversation
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| Weighing the words one tries to use
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| Nevertheless communication
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| This is the gift you must not lose
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| Hauling me always are the voices
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| (Tell us are you ready now?)
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| Sometimes I wonder if they’re real
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| (We're ready to receive you now)
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| Or is it my own imagination?
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| (Have you any more to say?)
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| Guilt is a wound that’s hard to heal
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| (It's a cross you have to bear)
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| Could it be evil thoughts become me
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| (Tell us what you’re thinking now)
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| Some things are better left unsaid
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| Magical moment
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| The spell it is breaking
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| There is no light here
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| Is there no key? |