In the midst of contemplation
There is silence all around
When from the evening shadows
Fragile whispers start to sound
And they tell me I'm a sinner
As they creep inside my head
And they tell me many secrets
Of the guilty and the dead
And they say my eyes must open
To the things I cannot see
And my destiny has suffered
From what life has done to me
They tell me it's too late now
For my dreams to be reborn
As I sit in contemplation
In the hours before the dawn
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