in cover of a dazzling fullmoon
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I pace in the hall rendered harmless
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by the memory of what I used to be
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night's soon over I dread another sunrise
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the pain of knowing I might have changed the world
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I couldn't pass with a compromise
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but the healing hand belongs to the living
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and I am no longer the world will go on without me
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I'm no longer
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when I leave I'll feel a soft asuagement
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and with minimal manliness
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I'll bow to hail the light
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when night's over
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I'll sink into oblivion
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but still I will remember
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I could have changed the world
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I couldn't pass with a compromise
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'cause the healing hand belongs to the living
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and I am no longer the world
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is the same without me I'm no longer
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Retrospect
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| Conception |
