A man empty of life
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Bleeding
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His tongue tasteless,
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his eyes blind
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Judge him not.
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speak no word
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For you are dust
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and to dust you will return
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If thy eyes offends thee
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pluck it out
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The asp eats his side.
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a mind that only speak rotten
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Walking through his sorrow
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Treading a path.
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where thorns grow
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If thy eye offends thee
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pluck it out
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Take one more silent step
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Crawling
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crawling
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crawling, crawling
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So you may feel the shadow
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As I pass
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Empty Of Life
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| Frost |
