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And many a moon shall rise... |
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...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night |
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Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light |
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Here is no shelter, no escape from our heart, |
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Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart |
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When the shadows fall, |
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And the sun sets in us all |
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Just silent hopes remain and the aching grief that grows |
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Into a bottomless vale I fall - |
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O, I give myself away... Away, far away, |
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To this dim and misty place |
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My heart reflects the night... |
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Languid moonshine, I bath my skin in thee |
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O, may thy beauty be revealed in me |
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Silent winds, whisper to me |
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Thy songs of solitude and joy |
