| Certain I was amongst the chosen lost
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| I watched myself slowly dwindle
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| Where gates stood open, I the threshold crossed
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| With a withheld breath in pain and ecstasy
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| I felt the blood throb to death until
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| I heard distant voices wishing to console
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| I saw demons watchful and angels blind
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| Assenting yet resigned
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| What my recollections stole
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| Is a past unwritten
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| What my recollections stole
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| Is words unspoken
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| When the light withdrew I no more suffered
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| For in the dazzling dark my spirit stirred
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| But still I questioned
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| For my inward sight still knew the senses
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| And the senses tracks
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| Is there an answer for this solid quest
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| Certain I was among the chosen lost
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| Where the light is buried my darkness lingers,
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| In the dazzling dark my spirit stirred
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| By my withheld breath I wilt never return
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| Assenting yet resigned
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| What my recollections stole
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| Is a past unwritten
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| What my recollections stole
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| Is words unspoken |