| Here at the break of dawn
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| I wait secluded from occurrences
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| That stand foretold
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| Hesitation devastates me
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| While the reek of you empowers me
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| To defy my immortal humanity
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| So set in stone with these rulings
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| I can’t deceive my father’s regulations
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| No matter what the lure
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| I must hold back my strength
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| I mustn’t bear my teeth
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| Inflicting my infectious persuasion
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| To create a wall between us, only failing
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| I have but one alternative
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| I must exclude myself
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| From the torture of your fragrances
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| Wallowing in my hopelessness
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| Of self-control amidst your presence
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| Fled through the forest in an instant
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| To take refuge with the genus in the north
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| I must salvage myself
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| Here, at the break of dawn
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| The weeks have passed as days
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| My blackened eyes grow weary
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| To concede that the words
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| Of the prognosticate are truly set
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| To be an entry into eternity anew
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| My hungry eyes shift from black back to gold
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| As I give myself vigor to face my future |