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Reflection
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I have come curiously close to the end, down
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Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
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Defeated, I concede and
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Move closer
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I may find comfort here
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I may find peace within the emptiness
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How pitiful
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It's calling me...
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
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The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
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As full and bright as I am
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This light is not my own and
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A million light reflections pass over me
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Its source is bright and endless
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She resuscitates the hopeless
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Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
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And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
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Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism.
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I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
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I pray the light lifts me out
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Before I pine away.
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So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
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To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
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And you will come to find that we are all one mind
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Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
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Just let the light touch you
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And let the words spill through
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And let them pass right through
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Bringing out our hope and reason ...
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before we pine away.
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