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Ravenous waters as distant as my misery, |
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That voracious longing for my days, my blood |
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Soaked days to turn a dreadful grey. |
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Dying beneath the empty sky, Drowning below the |
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Dreadful waters, Buried by the dust of misery and |
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Burnt by the winds of despair. |
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Among the stones I walk, with austere rays of empty light. |
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So terrible to behold, and chants of death ever so cold. |
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Trees of loneliness and gnarling mists |
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Their branches holding in their hands, the silhouette of my end |
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Echoes of clutching rope and empty lungs, My Dirge |
