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A murky presage roaming the land |
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To silence the skylarks chant |
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The somber kiss is at hand |
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To impart the crimson robe |
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Heed the darksome maid |
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Dancing across this equinox |
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To relegate persistence |
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As the bleak darkness grows |
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A cryptal impellent, devoted to the sublime round |
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Beholden for the boons of light |
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Retreating into quietness |
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We harken the somber lay |
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We sing the somber lay |
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Close your eyes and heed and vide |
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Then you shall see |
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The sphere revolves as it's promised |
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Flames flickering deftly |
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To banish the nipping air |
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The dark time is at hand |
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Lighted by bardic chant |
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Heed the darksome maid |
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To enwrap all in bleakness |
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A dark veil o'silence |
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As quiet insight buds |
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Darkness roaming the land |
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Long dead the skylarks chant |
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The dark vis usurped command |
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To impart the sallow robe |
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Sure a new light will come |
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The lifewheel is rotating onward |
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Given is the promise |
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Thus assertive we wear on |
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Life-given impellent, devoted to the sublime round |