These persistent visions
are they killing or curing me
are my few fading partisans
supporting or enduring me
No it sure doesn't sound
like an upbeat note
well a few thousand days in
anything gets a bit rote
and sure the sheer volume
ought to give you pause
and you might be surprised to hear
I didn't write in an escape clause
And I may have felt the danger
of letting the sunshine in
but I'll risk the burn gladly
than just let darkness win
and it rises it rises
yes and it rises again
So I pulled a last metaphor out
and pulled its pin
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