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“I know him.  He’ll get confused, lost in his own philosophizing and wallow in self-pity.  He’ll vent his anger and hack at anyone and anything he comes across.  Then, in expiation, he’ll do some grand, but pointless deed.  In the end, he’ll be slain, stupidly and needlessly, with just a stab in the back.”

 

Coming around,
the knife takes its place;
falling and crawling under
Brother of mine,
come out from your cave;
you can not be defeated.

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Father, now listen close:
You have become another ghost,
just like me;
just like me

Now flowers fall from your glass;
a bitter taste
The girl is back,
in dancing lights;
in dancing lights

Dancing lights, flowers fall;
A bitter taste;
the glass is full;
an empty hand;
an empty hand

In dancing lights, flowers float;
bitter taste;
the glass is full;
an empty hand;
an empty hand

An empty set of colors crawl
through the door into the hall;
the knife is dull;
the knife is dull…

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