With a moon half-empty
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and a sky that's gone to waste
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and the twilight offers cold embrace
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the amber of autumn fades
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and the greys of summer's mistakes
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and the dreams we try to replicate...
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they fall away
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isn't this world something wonderful
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that we were made to suffer both its honesty and cruelty?
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today
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with a heart half-empty
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and a light I've yet to see
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and the sadness takes a hold of me
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and fire-white burns like
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agony
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entropy
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we all fall apart
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to the cadence of our bleeding hearts
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they fall away
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isn't this world something wonderful
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that we were made to suffer both its majesty and cruelty?
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they fall away...
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and is grace not something beautiful
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that we were made to suffer the lucid touch of clemency?
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and our tears become a sanctuary---
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we are made to suffer with tenderness and empathy
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we are made to suffer...
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Suffer
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| The Echoing Green |
