From a windswept place that overlooked everything
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A familiar scene is again reflected
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And at a distant point, I can see
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My tiny self just a little before
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My confusion, grief and weaknesses,
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Having thrown them all away, I finally understood
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The sky that I soar through on torn up wings
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Is as blue and highly infinite as my sorrow
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I want to protect it with my own hands from the wings of lust
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I don't need tears anymore
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Inside my tightly-clenched fist
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There is the answer that I've already chosen
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I won't run away and I won't just look on
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Challenging it, that alone will be fine
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Those repeated things and heavy chains
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If you're burdened with them, it'll be all right not to do it all on your own
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This sky that I now soar through on awakened wings
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Is a sanctuary without hesitation or filth
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I want to rescue it with my own hands from the spiral of despair
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No injury will be inflicted on it
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I want to protect what's important to me
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Everything, full of life, that I love
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The sky that I soar through on resurrected wings
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Is a sanctuary without pain or fear
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I want to protect it with my own hands from the wings of lust
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I don't need tears anymore
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