| You may rest in doubt forever
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| And the choices will be made for you
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| Concerning good and evil
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| No rash judging should be done
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| Where the view is broad
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| Atop and above, from within
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| But is that really so
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| It all lies for you to decide
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| No heavens would care
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| If you only did dare
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| Sigh and moan
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| Cry or scream
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| The facts won’t wash away
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| But one end there will be
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| In the heart of all that
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| That do come here
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| No flow or devotion or aim
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| To be found
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| It will forever stay the same
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| And the art of them
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| That climb and ascend
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| The start of things anew and reborn
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| Free of the worrying and any scorn
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| And any scorn…
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| Through all the nights thick with mist
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| And the blank unrelentless of days
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| Eagerly keep eyes open to see
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| What tool to be picked up for your final
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| A pondering of might through a peeking top
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| And the shadow, and the dark side
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| Of your existence will be forgotten
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| The limbo unmade into a garden
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| Coffin-shaped heart
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| And dawning suns to rise for that —
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| That sole one
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| Coffin-shaped heart
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| And who would have thought it —
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| Thought it to be true
|
| Coffin-shaped heart
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| That all answers were found —
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| Found in there
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| In the heart of all that
|
| That do come here
|
| No flow or devotion or aim
|
| To be found
|
| It will forever stay the same
|
| And the art of them
|
| That climb and ascend
|
| The start of things anew and reborn
|
| Free of the worrying and any scorn
|
| And any scorn…
|
| The limbo unmade into a garden
|
| Coffin-shaped heart
|
| And dawning suns to rise for that —
|
| That sole one
|
| Coffin-shaped heart
|
| And who would have thought it —
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| Thought it to be true
|
| Coffin-shaped heart
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| That all answers were found —
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| Found in there |