| In a corner of her head lies a known but dead-end place
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| Where the torments hunt her down since she found Pandora’s case
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| In her hand she holds a note
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| It was buried here all those painful years, all her life
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| … and it strikes her down!
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| As she sinks down on the floor, as she cries
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| Just to deplore the disgrace with tears on her face:
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| What have you done? |
| Why did you throw me away?
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| My dear, did I quite let you down?
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| And I thought I followed you through all these years…
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| My love, I was always around! |
| I was the cold wind
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| Brought you shivers of fears!
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| In her mind the time stands
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| Still and no sound can reach her ear
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| Singularity of sense… then the words just reappear
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| They were written long ago, soaked in tearfulness
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| A bitter consequence… even now
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| … and it strikes her down!
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| All the relics of this world
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| All the reasons they were kept in this case…
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| She screams in a rage
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| Mother, you lied!
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| How could you throw me away?
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| My dear, did I quite let you down?
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| And I thought I followed you through all these years…
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| My love, I was always around!
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| I was the cold wind, brought you shivers of fears!
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| Hold me, tight… enough for me now…
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| Lead me, right… enough for me now…
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| Know me, wise… enough for me now…
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| Show me, in sight… |