| Cut My Roots As I Walk Through The Garden Of Despair
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| Collect My Brightest Dreams, And Dull The Spell Inside With Care
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| Dividing Boundaries Of Life And Death, I Bring To You The Wicked
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| The Demented, The Bleeding Hearts, The Tortured Souls
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| Let Us Not Be Vague With Our Sacrifices, I Stand Before You With Tears Of Joy
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| Tears Of Sadness, Drain The Horror From The Beautiful Fountain
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| I Have Faced The Poison Of The Shadows And Blessed The Fear With Graceful
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| Understanding
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| Let Their Valley’s Be Green, In The Mental Dominion, I Guard The Thoughts Of
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| The Fallen
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| Angel, The Morning Star, The Light Bearer, And Filtered The Sins Of Your
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| Disciples
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| For The Only Sins Were Dressed In Evil Gowns, Covering The Truth Of The Innocent
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| I Plead Guilty For The Sake Of Humanity, I Am The Reason You Were Put To Death
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| The Days Are Growing Cold, Our Hearts Are Buried In The Snow
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| As Summer Dies, The Leaves Begin To Fall Like Tears On The Face Of An Empty
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| Person
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| Memories Entering Minds Of A Time Filled With Understanding And Less
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| Complication
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| A Night Reminiscent Of Happier Times Consumes The Earth As The Wind Blows
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| Taking Away The
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| Pain We Feel In The Air, And Now The Days Grow Cold Like The Relationships We
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| Once
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| Had, Limited Sunshine Becomes More Consistent As The Chill Of Winters
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| Introduction
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| Sets Its Stage Upon Our Dying Feelings, Soon, Our Land Is Covered In Snow
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| Masking The
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| Flowers We Planted Like The Way Anger And Hurt Masks Love, These Are Seasons
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| Similar
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| To The Cycle Of Ones Soul, As Happiness Dies, Annoyance And Bitterness Sets In,
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| Soon
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| The Gloominess Of Depression Digs Its Fangs Into Your Heart, Sometimes It Lets
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| Go And
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| The Happiness Is Allowed To Return Only To Be Taken Away Yet Again
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| The Cycle Of Life, The Cycle Of Pain, The Reality Of A Painful Conclusion
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| The Days Are Growing Cold, Our Hearts Are Buried In The Snow |