| Over time desire shall fall and lie and fade.
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| Await unequaled thought and virtuosity.
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| Desire lies in wait, a precious cup, a stone or some such.
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| Absent moments, ones which raised the heart to stand so great.
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| Cannot choose not to deny.
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| Blame falls easy silently.
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| Darkness preferable, comfort found again.
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| In solitude, a door into an empty room.
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| A door to familiar desolation.
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| The spoils of past years lost for reason, lost for some notions of new days.
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| Inside there is gentleness.
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| Calm preceding tears.
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| Cry again, cry again.
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| Moment of toil.
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| Call the Gods to answer me.
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| Hear me say 'hear my pain'.
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| Call the Gods to answer me.
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| Frika come!
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| Frika come!
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| Promise and enlightenment abounded.
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| Felled like trees the pillars that held me high.
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| Running blind, running blind.
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| On stony ground I stumble and vow return.
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| Inside there is gentleness.
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| Calm preceding tears.
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| Cry again, cry again.
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| Moment of toil.
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| Call the Gods to answer me.
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| Hear me say 'hear my pain'.
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| Call the Gods to answer me.
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| Frika come!
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| Frika come!
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| Inside there is anger now.
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| Calm precedes the rage.
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| Cry again, cry again.
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| Moment of toil.
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| Call the Gods to answer me.
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| Hear me say 'hear my pain'.
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| All the Gods to answer me.
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| Frika come!
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| Frika come! |