What was denied from poor
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I thought to be riches
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I run for them there and then
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it made me take my due
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to death I'd plunge with joy
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my happiness to claim
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I am prepared to face the war
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under the black soil
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I'm righteous if I so desire
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until I reveal my worth
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and take to myself
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what was denied from me
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I stalked them in their celebrations
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I delved into their words
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I aimed at the highest of the high
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and decided it's mine to take
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Wont to crawl I was
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to cringe and fawn
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a servant on hours of day
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but a holder of nocturnal sway
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What was denied from poor
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I thought to be love
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I run for it here and now
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it makes me take my due
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A Servant
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| Amorphis |
