| Weathered by storms, dispossessed
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| Broken down and once again whole
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| Scars remain left, lucid ghosts of the past
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| Lessons in failure, wandering free
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| Distorted embers of a life once lived
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| The delusions of hope, the brinks of despair
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| Prosperous ambitions laid to rest
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| The mephitic curse of incapacity
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| Ghoul like silence
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| The distant sound of whispers
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| A sensation of shadows moving
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| Through these empty halls
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| Every new sensation
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| An expected burden, a repeating pattern
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| Steaming disappointments
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| A collection of crosses to bear
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| Remnants of my dying dreams
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| Monuments of burning atrophy
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| Remnants of my dying dreams
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| Triumphant times, nothing but a memory
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| Every twist, every turn of season
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| Bearing tragedy and woe
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| A destiny it seems
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| To seek and never find |