Hallowed be that startled kingdom
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And your limpid eyes that harbor rancor
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Alien reflections of aged places
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A lone circle that squares pain
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Let your yearning be a premature stray
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That makes the game of two impossible
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Paradise lost or barren terrain
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There's no space for any fragile crucible
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Gray and at peace, in cuts of reality
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To dissent from one's own way of living
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Spite in tune, couplets without voice, absent spaces that God left
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A perpetual no, exposed without reason
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What there is of play and denial
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A broken scream from an impatient soul
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It settles hardened in skins of salt
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Guideless diatribes that were birthed
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From a tree it's known, sweet and sour
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I listen and trade that absolute cold
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That the words let pass
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And I go on and flood every circumstance
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That leads me to stop thinking about you
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Gray and at peace, in cuts of reality
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To dissent from one's own way of living
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Spite in tune, couplets without voice, absent spaces that God left
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A perpetual no, exposed without reason
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What there is of play and denial
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I use all my dreams
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Step after step, I trace my days
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Gray and at peace, in cuts of reality
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To dissent from one's own way of living
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Spite in tune, couplets without voice, absent spaces that God left
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A perpetual no, exposed without reason
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What there is of play and denial