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"And after I exist, what then
And after life can cease, what then
And after I'm content and free
Set loose from this reality
And after all my soul is here
Without the shackles of my fear
What then?
What is there left to do
When all I've been is gone and through

To live, to rise, to fade away
To burn down with the dying day
To fall as leaves when summer's done
To die down with the setting sun

Is this all truth, is this all life
To fade, once lived, into the night
Like love which lives that it may die
Perfection begs to be denied
Complacency is crucified

Absolution, incomplete
Confirm a failed reality
Cleanse the waters of this stream
Into imperfect purity

If this is life, but to achieve
And then to fade into the countless numbers of the days
Then let me live for more than this
Then let me climb from the abyss
And never know what it could be
To know this perfect purity
Let me never be complete
Let never rest these weary feet"

So walked he out the darkened door
Into the streets of ashen gray
For in a world in black and white
He found that he could never stay
Into the rain, away from light
Into the end of all his days
He walked, he faded, glad to be
Imperfect in his purity
Fallen
   In a way

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