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23 lines
557 B
Plaintext
What is this world, what is it we've created
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In the burdens of this life, I cannot rest
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This world means nothing
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Everything we hold will pass away
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With a void of completion comfort will ever fade
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I long for this wind to cease
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Everything we hold will pass away
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Everything we hold will pass away
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I long for this wind to cease
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We once held undying devotion;
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Dead to our thoughts, undefined like our love
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Everything we hold will pass away
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Everything we hold will pass away
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Name Undefined
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Artist As I Lay Dying
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Album Frail Words Collapse
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