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I'll lose our common ground
With every moment that I limp
Towards the story we left unbound
If you see me cry without my wing
Then weep yourself, it suits us well
To think right and then go left
Tired papers in their lonesome shell
Is all we can write for this crude theft
Scared of all yet afraid of none
How well it suits me, time and again
I rest my head willing to run
I know how deep I seem, how sane
How treacherous the rift, the peril
Chant by chant, moon by moon
The colour not more than my apparel
I sing to the wall, echoes lurk soon
I find resistance where we found our home