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Sterility persecutes
They’ve all gone way
There are no absolutes
As I wade through my day

I sit broken and loose
I’ve lost my old ways
Sterility persecutes
But I won’t ever say

And I wish for the truth
But I can’t stand to change
There are no absolutes
Life is lost in the grey

The visions uncouth
Break part through my day
Sterility persecutes
But I won’t ever say

They’ve left and I lose
Will nobody stay?
There are no absolutes
As I wade through my day

Once they’ve spoiled the view
They leave me to play
Sterility persecutes
There are no absolutes

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