| The weight of my soul will decide it’s final resting place
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| And a voice much closer will shout into my ear
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| I have found the gate, most people won’t see
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| I have felt the pain, as into the bells
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| A second death, and those, next view, who dwell
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| Content in fire, for that they hope to come
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| To leave that ample space, where to return
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| Thou burnest, for this centre here beneath
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| In the dead embers of the fire, now cold and black
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| I came to understand many things which I didn’t know
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| I have found the gate, most people won’t see
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| I have felt the pain, as into the bells. |