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The Wake
tragedy has spoken
the wolves all gather around
with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare
they wish me on my way
so cold inside this shell
give me to the earth
the dreams that I deserted
the passion I would not release
the path I left untreaded
the mask that I refused to wear
existance left unnoticed
desire in my bones so dry
and silence in the virtue
all so quiet - all so still
I can feel them watching
feel the seconds die
can hear them laughing from above
they wish me on my way
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they wish me on my way
can hear them laughing from above
feel the seconds die
I can feel them watching
all so quiet - all so still
and silence in the virtue
desire in my bones so dry
existance left unnoticed
the mask that I refused to wear
the path I left untreaded
the passion I would not release
the dreams that I deserted
give me to the earth
so cold inside this shell
they wish me on my way
with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare
the wolves all gather around
tragedy has spoken
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| Tyhe Weake |
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| ghe 2ake |
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| Trhe Wqake |
| Te Wke |
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| Tje Wzke |
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| Thje Wazke |
| Tue Wqke |
| Tuhe |
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| Tbe Wwke |
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