Realization comes through reaping
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Reality contained in quite
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My companions are walking corpses
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I am buried with your words
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Turned their backs to me
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Scared to see the ghost
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Turned and walked away
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Scared to see the ghost
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Time to go one last look, one last touch. A ghost to those I love
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Time to go one last look, one last touch. Goodbye to those I love
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So close
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So close to separation
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A ghost without a grave
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A ghost without a name
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So close
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Circle III The Gluttonous: The Ghost Psalm
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| Zao |
