Who knows how long I've stood here...
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Or how many times.
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I may wander, but I will return,
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The same time each night.
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For running water plays the score to this scene.
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I stand and stare into the mirror.
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This has become so familiar to me,
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Because I no longer rest where I used to sleep.
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A handful of water to cool your face
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will be the only comfort you'll know.
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So pick up your heart and run for your life.
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To drain your body of all it's energy.
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For heavy steps on a quiet path,
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Is the sound of earning your rest.
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(Clean)
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Try to sleep
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on the other side of the room.
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Forget all the time you have lost
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For it's the insight...that kills you.
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This night will end,
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Only to begin again.
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And nothing will change until the change of the seasons
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Many months away.
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The night is long,
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Exhausted I make my way home.
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As the earliest of those begin their day,
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I finally begin to sleep.
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This strain that resolves in me,
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Truly has come at a cost,
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For the rain, that falls on me,
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Was drawn, from the sea of immeasurable loss.
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The Sea of Immeasurable Loss
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| Woods Of Ypres |
