The Ruins of Myself
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I'm wading through, hip deep in the ruins of myself

The Ruins of Myself

I'm wading through, hip deep

in the ruins of myself

and all the thing I hid

high upon a shelf

have all come tumbling down

Because my soul once bloomed

it is now time for the autumn

When even nature sheds her splendor

to give way to fall

But these ruins will rise again

strong, mighty, and tall

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