Manipulation of the Soulless Words

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Her arms felt like silk

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Beautiful but dead cold

Lost in the fold

Of tarnished gold

I begin to mold

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Into something different

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I asked her about this

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Why aren’t you warm?

Is it only in one form?

Of a bitter chilled storm

That makes me transform?

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Why do you hurt me?

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She answered back simply

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You are too young to feel

And to find a way to heal

As you go to the throne to kneel

And see that the king is not real

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It breaks your heart

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Her words hold truth

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That finding something to believe

Is hard to possibly conceive

From all whom deceive

In what you can perceive

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The world is nothing but illusion

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There are some things I know

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That the world is round

And when held, it makes a sound

Of something quite profound

And hidden in the ground

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It is a buried treasure

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That all of us seek

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I feel it in my soul

A lost empty hole

Of something that I stole

And it burns like coal

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Perhaps it is only emotion

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I will find my way

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Through the narrow gate

That holds my fate

That brings me to this state

In which I will wait

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For something to happen

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And then something comes

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It flies right at me

In a silent plea

Not to flee

But only agree

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That there is something worth believing in

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Something that will never go away

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That holds me so secure

And it makes me sure

That I am not obscure

And will forever endure

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It is myself