One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss
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Will abandon all reason to blend with decay
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A banquet of fools in the lunatic season
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The cards that I've dealt are so vulgar today
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Enchanted with the flow
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I swim these streams
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Of tears
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Once torn apart
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That meet as one
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To dwell beneath the eye in realms of dreams
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And thrive within the shadows of the sun
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It is through this I will drift empty handed
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With a destiny sailing half mast
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This sun, may it set on obscurity yet
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And arise when the now is the past
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I cannot recall why I'm taking a fall
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I'm abandoning reason
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This blend is decay
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I dine with the fools in the lunatic season
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The cards I've been dealt are the cards that I play
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Enchanted with the flow
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I swam these streams
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Of tears
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Once torn apart
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That met as one
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And dwelt beneath the eye in realms of dreams
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But dried beyond the shadows of the sun
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The Jester's Banquet
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Chalice |