white walls . cold light . beeping sounds
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people gathering around . a beautiful tune somewhere
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frantic voices becoming softer . drowned by the swirling melody . filling my head
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sight becoming blurred . a tunnel of light attracting me . I pass through
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a feeling of freedom flows to me . freedom flows through me
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I see a lovely being smiling gently . welcome back my dear
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a voice like chimes . I've been waiting for you
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are you willing . I don't know
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I still have so much to do . I'd like to stay and rest
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but my children are so young . they need me as their guiding hand . it's your choice it
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answers
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by now I've recognized the being . and look forward to see it again
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with new energy and a will not to forget . I make my way back
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a flash of light . beeping sounds comming back to me
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I focuse my view on reliefed looking faces . I smile in remembrance
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The Gate
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| Project Pitchfork |
