I stand alone on this cold, stormy shoreline
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no one can tell the secrets in keep
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out from the seeming real
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rise silent scry
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trying to find nothing but peace.
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Marching on
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the caravan of souls
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they're marching on;
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the caravan of souls.
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Soul's caravan
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seems to walk upon water
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shapeless in make
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beyond descriptions reach
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friends taking you
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what is this that I feel
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joy and relief, I'm eagar to join.
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I'm not alone on this cold, drowning shoreline
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alive without end; far from my domine
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I can't believe my eyes as I turn around,
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leaving behind the footprints in the sand.
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Marching in the caravan of souls.
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It's the breath taking you
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it's the caravan of souls.
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Caravan Of Souls
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| Memento Mori |
