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The sky is closed
The days are shifted
The moon glows
The words are saved
The battles are won and lost
The roll of the waves
The panic and the cost
We are here to limit ourselves
We are beings born into this hell
We are the masters of our own restraints
We are the shadows of the those promises we made
The open path
The jar is torn
The nights are shifted
The roses thorn
The happy ever after
The panic within
The limits of standards
The will to win
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