| The world ends with you, or so I thought
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| The forfeiture of light and darkness at hand
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| Moving on past rapture takes courage
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| For I’ve yet to see beauty in passing
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| A weary heart held captive
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| Where a distant memory of you still remains
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| Now in clear sight, right before my eyes
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| I see you drifting away, cutting ties with the earth
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| To no avail I stand in shackles of your departure
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| Henceforth I scream to the sky
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| No peace for your shattered soul
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| For your journey has not come to an end
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| You shall find our place of destination
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| Beyond the confines of this world
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| You did wander where nobody dares to tread
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| And threw yourself upon a frail tether
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| To smother what was left of life
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| To feel a sense of closure in the palm of your head
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| Slowly leaving hold of your faint notion of venture
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| The lucid rain steals away the remainder of my torment
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| For now I see beauty in passing
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| For now we see beauty in passing
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| Did your voice ever tell of delights
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| For there will never be another waking hour in these eyes
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| Yet there is still more day to dawn
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| Arise my ravaged heart don’t you fall aslumber
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| Walk under groaning tree and open skies
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| For you dare not stay too long where shadows fall |