Slay me my arrows,
In deep given trust,
I'm willing the huntress,
A séance of dust,
Voices that guide her,
Are silent today,
The words are the tokens,
They're all that remain.
Seeing life's reflection,
Leaving life today,
Seeing life's reflection,
The seasons never pass.
Seeds of forgiving,
Have gathered the past,
There's trust in denying,
From silver to rust,
Lost and corrupting,
A cynics disease,
The words are the tokens,
They're all that remain..

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