| I do not know the mind of God
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| And I can not guess His thoughts…
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| But I have searched for you across the void
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| When my sense of self was lost.
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| The answers danced to brush my grasp
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| In the darkness and the pain.
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| And I saw myself for all I am Through decisions I have made.
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| With hearts Immortal
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| We stand before our lives.
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| A soul against oblivion
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| Forever asking «Why?»
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| This upside-down symphony
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| In a paradox called life.
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| Are hearts immortal?
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| What you give to love
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| Will never die.
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| And when my ashes scatter me With my memories to the wind,
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| What endures beyond the silent edge
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| Is the essence found within.
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| Have we forgotten truly who we are
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| And what our living means?
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| Our purpose lies in others' eyes
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| And the realities that we bring.
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| Our hearts Immortal
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| We stand before our lives.
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| A soul against oblivion
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| Forever asking «Why?»
|
| This upside-down symphony
|
| In a paradox called life.
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| Are hearts immortal?
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| What you give to love
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| Will never die.
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| All that I am and all that I dream
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| Lives somewhere beyond your image of me;
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| And who I become and what I will be Is not yours to decide:
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| It comes only from me.
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| Our hearts Immortal
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| We stand before our lives.
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| A soul against oblivion
|
| Forever asking «Why?»
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| This upside-down symphony
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| Is a paradox called life.
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| Are hearts immortal?
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| What you give to love
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| Will never die. |