| Do you remember when I said
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| You’d never feel the sting of death?
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| But now I’m waiting where you left
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| Beside that snow-kissed clearing
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| I pressed a seed through that frozen fleece
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| The earth embraced you in the ground
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| No invention of my mind
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| Will ever compose a melody so profound
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| I’m a priest afraid to pray
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| Terrified at what the silence couldn’t say
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| Tongue tethered to the skeptic beating in my chest
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| We’re no longer quite ourselves
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| Nor reflections of someone else
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| Lover, do you feel that tension
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| As we drift between silence and eternity?
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| Death is the road, road to awe
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| I stood atop the world
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| Its asymmetry laid bare in front of me:
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| Thanatophobic societies taking life to mourn their tragedies
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| I feared this world would never change
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| But you steady your resolve anyway
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| Let’s set the pen against the sword
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| How orphans long for peace before they learn to love the war
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| Perhaps it’s our language
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| Perhaps we are incomplete
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| Words like shadows to what we see
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| Faint flickerings across the cavern in our minds
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| Candles in the dark
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| Defiant to the night
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| «You pulled me through time»
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| Through the edgeless night
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| I learned to love as you learned to die
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| I’ll begin to feel again and finish the chapter you couldn’t write
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| Candles in the dark
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| Defiant to the night, defiant to the shadow
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| You pull me through time, through the edgeless night
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| I learned to love as you learned to die |