I can feel the brush of fate
I can hear the whispered words
And the warnings come too late
For I knew in the beginning
What the cost would be
Yet I paid the price completely
Though the cost was great for me
I can see
My eyes are wide open
And I know the truth
My lips cannot say
I can feel
And I feel sorrow
As I see
With eyes wide open.
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