Never shall I love another earthborn face
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And I (the knave, the fool) will stay inept
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Condemned to forge a barren hell
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To deify and then dispel
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That summers' love....... in winters' rain I wept
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At the vista on the edge of forever
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Where the party is culminating thus
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Iago deals a hand again
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That I have not the wit to comprehend
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Above all else our birthright to be shackled will remain
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And paths we choose can only be so wide
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To greener pastures hence?
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(Who knows?)
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The joker rocks the fence
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But in pastures, green or barren, we abide
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At this vista on the edge of forever
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Where the party has culminated thus
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The deified can now ascend
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To where I've not the wit to comprehend
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With the currency of damnation
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On whom do we spend our sorrow?
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Vista
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Chalice |