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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-05-04 | | Fear not the riddles of the hounted So we can share the peace with them by far seen Fear not the heart beat of the dead To rise above your sins and take control of greed Fear not the Night lights of your time Fear not my soul, fear not my feelings and my grace Fear not the people, For they are what is left on this worlds face Fear not the simfoni of thow mind Fear not my pride Fear not the hounted thoughts Fear not the suicide, fear not the exclamation of others Fear not the questions that come to light Fear not... for they are what is left on these Planets Fear not the Sun, Fear not the dark, Fear not tranquility Fear not my heart Fear not thow wounds fear not thow blood, fear not to fight. Fear not the water giving you life peacefuly Fear not the fire.. fear not the light For it shines your way in life Fear not the Earth, fear not its nature For it is the mother of us all Fear not the air, fear not the clouds Fear not to breath, fear not the walls Fear not what's left Fear not, For there is nothing left to fear Fear not, And you will come through Fear not my sight I like small things, like you.
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