Cold eyes of fire
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Talk to me
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Stillborn desire
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In the air I breathe
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In our wanton spirits
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I read
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Closure,
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Nauseating rites
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A face and heart I heed
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Unprecedented,
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In longing
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As we soar still higher
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As Icarus we'll plunge
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In longing manner we'll admire
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Into depths all unknown
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Soul and purpose set alight
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Over barren lands we've flown
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In transmission
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Morning thrives.
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Sculpt The Lives
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| Burst |
