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Though powers we are given
Though powers we are given,
And dangerous missions to ride,
One thing is always clear,
Coming before the fall is pride.
Who can take heart that this is what is
(For none can escape destiny's way),
And continue with pride on their lips,
And their nose high in never ending day?
For me, though my heart be troubled,
I do have you at my hurting side
To mend wounds received when falling:
Wounds received because of pride.
Keep me till I cross the gulf
And the curtains of mists roll back,
And I am carried to white shores
Where sun ne're sets and sky ne'er black.
Why is my heart so sad?
Why is this how it must be?
For never can you possibly know
The terror and horror in me...
