My Blakean Year
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IAmn my blakean year
iC was so dAmisposed
tAmoward a mission yet unclear
aCdvancing pole bAmy pole
fDmortune breathed into Ammy ear
mEouthed a simple oAmde
oDmne road is paved inAm gold
oEne road is just aAm road
iAmn my blakean year
sCuch a woeful Amschism
tAmhe pain of our existence
wCas not as i eAmnvisioned
bDmoots that trudged from tAmrac to track
wEorn down to the Amsole
oDmne road is paved in Amgold
oEne road is just a rAmoad
bDmoots that trudged from trAmack to track
wEorn down to the soAmle
oDmne road is paved in Amgold
oEne road is just a rAmoad
iAmn my blakean year
tCemptation but a Amhiss
jAmust a shallow spear
rEobed in cowardAmice
bErace yourself for bitteAmr flack
fEor a life subAmlime
aE labyrinth of rAmiches
nEever shall uAmnwind
tEhe threads that bind the pAmilgrim's sack
aEre stitched into theAm blakean back
sDmo throw off your stupidAm cloak
eEmbrace all that you Amfear
for joy shall conquer all despair
iEn my blakeanAm year