I ask that you return me
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The years I did ignore thee
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And with my burden bury
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The weight of guilt I carry
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And lead me to the well of life
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Before my soul departs
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Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me
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And I cannot fake what I tried to make of myself - a God
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Please heal me
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The halls of countless eriudite teeming with the self deified
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Cloaked in snuffy habiliments
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No need to strive for holiness
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When beauty dies she leaves behind the scars of dreams abandoned long ago
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Where myriad wonders once repelled the onslaught of decay
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Now given to the manifold miseries of mortal dismay
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And out of joy is sorrow born the stained white halls are now forlorn
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Wisdom calls from these halls
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Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me and I cannot fake - please heal
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me
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So very wise in their own eyes
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The world's great minds will one day find
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That for life they studied, worked, and pined
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But in wisdom made by man alone that a high IQ with low regard
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Will be dethroned and from heaven barred
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Wisdom calls from these halls
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I ask that you return me
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The years I did ignore thee
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And with my burden bury
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The weight of guilt I carry
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And lead me to the well of life
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Before my soul departs
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The Tomb Of Gilgamesh
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