| His shadow self
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| Will be forgotten
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| His shadow self…
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| In my heart of hearts
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| I’ll keep the good memories closely guarded
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| But the anxiety
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| The darkness will walk with me forever
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| For several years
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| You outplayed the reaper
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| But gradually time turned from a good friend to worst enemy
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| The same blood boils in my veins, as it did in yours
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| It’s the blood of pride, stubbornness and unyielding struggle
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| Memories are desperate to leave us
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| But you will always be remembered
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| It, however, burdens me a lot to confess
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| That our consanguinity lies dismembered
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| They say kites gain lift when facing headwind
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| And so did you
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| You just didn’t know when to come back down again
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| From your skyward journey
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| Distance is a dagger and the further apart
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| The deeper the cut
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| And you’re as far away as one possibly can get
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| Memories are desperate to leave us
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| But you will always be remembered
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| It, however, burdens me a lot to confess
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| That our consanguinity lies dismembered
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| I look inside myself
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| As I did the pen in the black ink of my heart
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| And manifest enough queries to fill a bookshelf
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| Uncle, are you watching?
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| I’ll carry your name through our songs
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| And I will wear your silver as my armour
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| We’ve lost the fifth son of the seventh son
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| Memories are desperate to leave us
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| But you will always be remembered
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| It, however, burdens me a lot to confess
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| That our consanguinity lies dismembered
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| I look inside myself
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| As I did the pen in the black ink of my heart
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| And manifest enough queries to fill a bookshelf |