| Sounds from the distant past, a ghost of my mind
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| Raging currents which I created in my head
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| Imprisoned me as I went too close
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| To its final aim — within this moment
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| In the gentle breeze I see it Through boundless corners of the mind
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| On verity I ride
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| Until I reach the unattainable
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| Will I reach the unattainable
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| Anger of the imaginary gods
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| An enormous outburst is hidden
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| Inside me — there it is Anger — I can see it The world is a green flash — mixed with purple
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| Fading away, fading away
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| It appears again, it appears again |