| Bisected by an icy wind, assaulted by the snow
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| In battle with the elements, whichever way I go
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| Blinded by remorseless glare, relentless summer sun
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| Rain lashed intermittently resilience the key
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| I have flown uncontrolled through the astral plain
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| Exhilarating pleasure, a prelude to pain
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| With numerous diversions, upon my pathway stand
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| Knowledge is my quest, of astral self and land
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| And rocky is the path, well trodden by me
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| Fly with me this night, see what I can see
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| And rocky is the path, well trodden by me
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| Take me by the hand see what I can see
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| Adapting ancient ways, absorbed in new beliefs
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| Systematic infiltration, secret shrouded supplication
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| Hysteria looms with menace
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| Spawned of poisoned tongues
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| Meticulous misinformation, velvet gloved manipulation
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| Embrace the sorrow, lie down with the pain
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| Master emotion, cast off all shame |