There is a restless weight upon me, in the shape of things to come.
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And the wrapped up paper flowers have left my life undone.
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What were the words once told to me or the promises left unmet.
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And the end to all the simple things that we promised to never forget.
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When I felt the hand upon me, I thought I'd shaken all that I could feel.
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I don't need someone to tell me that none of it was real.
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As I felt the darkness gather and the silence settle there.
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And the many faces that surrounded me in the dark and silent air.
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The hand
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| Tarnation |
