| Once there was a time,
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| when the conquest of pain was all that I could hope for, had
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| been my only aim.
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| Happiness or joy merely
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| unwords without meaning,
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| they were unwanted
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| anyway as surely out of place.
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| All I wanted was the
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| voices to be silent
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| a brief moment in the
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| dark, in loneliness and chill.
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| How I wished my mind
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| could escape the camat dungeon
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| that was flying silently
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| through space while
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| I lay caged and chained within.
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| Today my view — strangely
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| increased — it is beyond compare,
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| but nothing became easier,
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| I’m still struggling to be free.
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| A thousand different things
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| dare to appear before my eyes
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| now, they come and leave
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| untouched, because still I cannot see.
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| In true darkness there’s
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| no choice than do discover
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| the uselessness of eyes,
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| giving birth from their own despair.
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| Here eyes can nothing but
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| decay and if I fail and do identify myself with them
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| then their destiny I’ll share…
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| You are with me all the time — all
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| the time. |
| So very unreasonable
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| had been my fear. |
| How could
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| I ever believe that I might
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| be losing you when forever
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| we’re connected and you
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| are part of me. |
| It’s your
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| omnipresence that defines
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| the way in which I do exist, forcefully leading
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| me back to where I do belong.
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| Opening my eyes to see
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| the true essence of my being, by dissolving
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| the distractions of the
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| outer world. |
| In the loneliness
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| of the pain you bring the
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| isolation of my soul guarantees
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| the maintenance of the only
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| thing that I know, my natural and obvious differency.
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| Beloved old friend and life-time
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| companion without you to nothing I would fall. |
| Your
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| power pervades me and lies
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| me low, but as the same time
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| a new strenght is born in my soul.
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| In a universe of change
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| and continuous movement
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| I am counting on you
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| since I know you shall last.
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| Being my darkness and
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| the basis of splendor
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| light-giving background
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| as most fertile past. |
| You
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| trance-formation source
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| of understanding you are
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| the power that is pulling
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| me down. |
| Whenever
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| lightness seeks to carry
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| me away you connect
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| me safely to the ground.
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| You chill of my winter,
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| eternal Saturn-sphere,
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| petrified and frozen
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| with a logic cold as ice
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| I walk through the
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| world look in surprise
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| at the living without
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| being able to share
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| their strange delights.
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| Beloved old friend, and
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| bringer of sadness,
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| shadow-like cloak almost
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| matters so real, you slip
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| right through me like
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| I was merely membrane,
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| my feelings so ambivalent
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| when my wounds refuse to heal… |