(Claude S.)
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My senese have awakened once
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again. Collectively they seek out to
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defend all the things that I have
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been before, to filter all the past
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wounds through my door.
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What can I do? What can I say?
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Perhaps you think I've gone and
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lost my way? I used to think, not
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long ago, 'All dreams must end'
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How could I be so wrong...?
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I was draped in closure; you gave me a
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whisper. Took me in from shadows to
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absolve the tragic. I was out of focus;
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you have opened my eyes.
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I was just illusion; you have sculpted
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new ways...
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Inside I saw the real...With your
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senses...To lose my senses was a sin.
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Where I had none, you had six...
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Senses 5.5
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