He accompanies me through wind and rain
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When I'm in agony and pain
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He warns me for the change, the change of tide
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And tells me when and where to hide
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When I was born along came he
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When I arose he came alive in me
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But only I was recognized
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Vivid in their dream
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No one saw him gleam
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How selective they wish to perceive
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In the lie, they want to believe
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The trees blossom acknowledged
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The roots denied
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Because if he'd be noticed
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They'd tremble, terrified
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Why not speak of him freely?
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Of the one hushed so ruthlessly?
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He who offers the ultimate escape
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Out of this treacherous world full rape
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To me, a friend
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Guardian of my final breath
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To them, their greatest fear
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They call him "DEATH"
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Quiet Friend
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| Autumn |
