And I see that slowly your tears are drying
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And I see an ocean made by your crying
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And the ocean that's within...
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And I see misery to forget it I must
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And all of the memories are lost
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And the ocean is here within me
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Flows on like a neverending tear
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In us all there are two separate sides
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That which is evil and that which is good
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Some people live by one side and others by the second
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Both of them have a little bit of the other
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But it must remain clear that the two depend on each other
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Remember, evil is a part of the good and not the opposite
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There is no sadness without joy and there is no joy without pain
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There is no holy without impure and there can be no blasphemy without
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holyness,
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Thus the two sides must live in harmony
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Unbalanced forever the evil urge brought lots of pain
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It is so hard to defeat it
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The evil urge sometimes arrives with heavy boots
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And sometimes in gentle cat's steps
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And even through blessed deeds it can drive you into deeds of wrong
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A here is the one which concurs his urge
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And so we must wonder what shall be the faith of the man who destroys one
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and embraces the other...
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The storm still rages...
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The Evil Urge
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| Orphaned Land |
