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Dead Can Dance
From Anywhere out of the World:
We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimensions
Of life lest we forget
And maybe its easier to withdraw from life
With all of its misery and wretched lies
Away from harm
We lay by cool still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moths great imperfection
Succumbed to her fatal charm
Any maybe its me who dreams unrequited love
The victim of fools who watch and stand in line
Away from harm
In our vain pursuit of life for ones own end
Will this crooked path ever cease to end?
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