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Ah, the ancient see - saw ethereal: |
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What audacity to think that our mortal perception, |
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Who is it that you've lost |
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It is not enough |
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Self-awareness is only as perfect as our myth of reality. |
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I came to love you never knowing you were gone |
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You were a rose bled dry on her own thorns: |
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Never define yourself by the man who happens |
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Don't ask the Burning Bush for knowledge, |
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THAT moment - that last one: |