| After the fire, after the rain
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| After the sacred kissed the profane —
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| When you came and left again
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| Such a captivating pain
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| After that night I left my comfort
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| To find where your body lies
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| I’d wander upon this grave then fall…
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| I’d fall inside
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| I searched the clearing for that spark
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| Hands sifted through the ash —
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| Knowing what we felt was real
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| But some delusions never pass.
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| So I took shelter in the woods
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| With the naked shaking trees:
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| Deciduous, fraternal twins
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| We’re both wilted, stem and leaf
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| Then the mist turned sleet into snow;
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| My senses shook numb, I’ve nothing to show
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| But a rain — stained book that once contained
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| My literary charades:
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| New blots of ink, archetypal shapes and shades
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| Bleed through each and every page.
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| And I ask myself:
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| What’s the weight of my life on the scales of eternity?
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| We inherit the earth, we inherit the war
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| I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm
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| Oh how far we fall: We’re casualties of time
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| Oh how far we fall: Begin to forgive existence
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| Retreat back from reaching trees
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| When a frigid shadow climbs inside of me —
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| That specter of recompense —
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| It’s a sound I’ve heard ever since
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| Amidst the endless mortal strife
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| And the constantly dying light
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| The truth we felt from the start:
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| «How can I hold myself together when everything falls apart?»
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| We inherit the earth, we inherit the war
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| I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm
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| Oh how far we fall: We’re casualties of time
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| Oh how far we fall: Forgive existence
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| I wandered upon the alter of human intervention
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| An exhibition of erudition
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| Find me here, Son of Man.
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| How far we fall… |