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Vast outstreched diamond lakes in the sky |
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the mighty stillness of mountains |
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rain will fall - maybe forever |
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winds of mercy, I hope |
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will take me far from this... |
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...This desolate place |
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And I fear you're love will fade away |
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And I fear there's no end to this pain |
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And I fear your heart has turned away |
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And I fear I won't see you again |
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And in the night I often turn to the starres |
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this diamond lake of tears |
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and I think back |
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when you and I were one |
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Under this... |
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...this desolate sun |
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And I cry for that broken dream |
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And I cry for for the absence of your love |
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And I cry for your broken word |
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And I cry for the loss of your light |
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In the season of night let it come |
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that the raven may gueard upon thee |
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and when pursued by snow, rain, wind |
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and darkness let it come that I see |
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with the celestial eyes of bright wisdom |
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- from the Tibetan Book of the Dead |
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And I wish your hand were in mine |
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And I wish that all is not lost |
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And I hope that whereever you're fine |
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And I know I miss you all to much |