Some days you waste your life away These times I find no words to say A crime I once committed filled me Too much of heaven's eyes I saw through Only when meanings have no reason They're taken beyond your sense of right Small boy kneels, wandering in a great hall He pays pennance to the air above him White circles, black lines surround me Reborn, so plain my eyes see This is the reason that I came here To be so near to such a person I'm so tired, I'm so tired
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