Left astir in paradise lost
The past is exhumed,
Each mile of my conscience
That I witlessly roam

Through the marshes of a life unlived
I stray
Undone, by the tiresome wade

For all that I’ve left unconquered
For the strangers I’ll now, never know
I have earned, this long and weathering path
Into evils unborn

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