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We grow accustomed to the dark
When the light is put away

And so we move as far
As enemies

The thought behind we try to join
Unto the thought before

Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust
Dilapidation's processes are organized decays
Fundamental cause going from the world we know
Life is only pain but dying is a different way

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout

And so we move as far
As enemies

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