Terror only calls to make this last.
But all it seems to do is cause the crash.
The fight, the pall, no battle's been won.
Now then, this war has just begun.
The plight, the fall, such severe syncope.
Despair no more if you've waking hope.
To wake and want for everything,
Shows us clearly what we need to bring:
Proverbial table of Time which must
Turn your will into the dust.
Color all your feelings bright,
And sing your songs with words like light.
Kill desolation, kill the fear.
Kill despair, and kill the tears.
What you have is more than right.
So please be brave, and you'll be fine.
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