| In a blackened blur of crowding clouds
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| I dropped my sorrow among the leaves
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| I took my place as wise men do
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| As the storm prepared its release
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| Through raging winds and weeping skies
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| I sat in the loneliness of solitude
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| I washed my eyes in growing streams
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| Earth’s resistance
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| True magnitude
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| As black sky faded to blue
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| And again the Earth felt the sunrise
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| A silver mirror stood before me
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| Bequeath of the silent rainbow
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| A beautiful mirror of radiant splendor
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| As ominous as the autumn moon
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| It brought upon me endless wonder
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| Yet spoke of some unknown doom
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| And the reflection punished me
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| No words could ever tell…
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| In the end of the world
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| I could only see myself |