On my relatively blank memory
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All photographs leave scars
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Of your insect inspiration
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In the ice formed on my windows
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Memories here are conjured up
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Still inside they churn me up
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And leave me feeling
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Survival here is not enough
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Like a spirit he remembers
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Longer than your lifetime
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Further than your mind can see
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And further than your heart can heal
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I cross a wonder-wall from east to west
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Declare myself a king
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A gesture that would have no meaning
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The Haunting of an Eastern Man's Mind
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| Monks of Doom |
