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For I have seen dark, bloodstained fields
Where clothes and skin were tattered
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And as I gaze upon its thorny stem
I think of all my days of life to come
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I see before me phantoms of friends
Mere remnants of what once was
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For I have seen orbs of emeralds cry
Which is more than I can endure
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And he claimed that nature sublime
Would praise their love at every time
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White Wolf, White Wolf
With snowflakes in your hair
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For skeleton bricks lie around
Of truth that once did live
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I write these letters on a night so fine
Yet my mind is not as calm
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Her beauty exceeds her graceful face
And shines brightly for her core
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For I have drowned in the air
And found my breath in water
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For only three hours he sailed steady
The rains came before he was ready
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You are so close and yet also far
Yet you watch the same ocean as I
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For I have witnessed the calms and storms
And the sky’s faces change hue
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The thunders of her tempest roar
And exalt her maelstrom’s dark name
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Palm trees bow as they worship here
The breeze sings hymns of old
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In the deepest parts of my heart
There is a place that I have seen
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All around me I see broken walls
Remnants of ballrooms and banquet halls
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Sad hearts left in the wake
Memories erased by tide
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He held her there as his tears fell
Upon her crimson lips
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For I have cared deeply for those few
And fought an uphill battle
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My past days will lead to my new ones
With rising moons and ascending suns
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I have returned to the place I have never been
The place where the air is chill
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Friends and Family have helped me become
A young man which the world cannot numb
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And I have flown high on those stained glass wings
Seen bittersweet thorns and heard the trees sing
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My memories are falling
With my tears upon the stage
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I saw the skulls of my rebellions
Cov’ring the ground like dead battalions
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The rays felt like emanating warm streams
That cure disease and solidify dreams
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In their arms I found their welcome
And likewise they found mine
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The waves pulse like the warrior’s heart
Its rhythm soothes and calms
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I have seen the place between cities
Their lights like grounded fireflies
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Into her eyes I have gazed
Time, itself, stopped there with me
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My heart has become divided
In the matter of a fortnight
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Forget the majority and its lies
As it screams loudly “Let the children die!”
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Inside, my heart is torn
And stitched in many places
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Yet it was one day on my vast street
I came upon an old field of wheat
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