Walking slowly through the valley of rest
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Seemingly unnoticed by the powers of life
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To identify the meaning of my dreams.
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The rocks in the shades are witnesses
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Of my remaining depressingly
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As I kept on going just to stop at a well.
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Entering the well I felt like Christ
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At his descent down to hell.
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Observed by creatures while intruding their realm
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With my soul burning and my mind confused
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I went on in this maze of darkness
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Driven onward by powers unseen
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The impending nearness of the Prince of Death
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I passed the broken well of my dreams.
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Reimparting strength into my inmost self,
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And Accepting dreams as a means of resistance.
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Entering the well I felt like Christ
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At his descent down to hell.
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Resurrection
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Apophis |