And in the presence of that evening
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charged with meaning and with stars
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I opened for the first time to the tender indifference of the world
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as if my great anger had purged me of all evil
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emptied me of everything of hope in finding it so like me
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beyond control and ability so fraternal and in the presence of that evening
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charged with meaning and with stars I opened for the first time
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to the tender indifference of the world
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I withheld beauty so that all would be complete
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so that I could whisper a new song and fell less alone
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I gave up my insides and the only things left for me to hope
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for there will be many smiling people
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looking on the day of my execution
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and that they would welcome me with
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cries of hate as if my great anger had purged me of all evil
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emptied me of everything of hope welcome me with cries of hate
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In The Presence Of That Evening
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| As Hope Dies |
