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Rain the rains of a lost angel's day. |
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Her face washed over and over, again and again; |
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Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured red; |
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Our love dissolved by lacerating drops of insanity, |
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Our unity, creating universes: |
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An opened circle, broken symbol. |
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The rains of Saturn are falling in my heart, |
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As tears of melancholy breed infinite dreams, |
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And the watery star pours its light into me. |
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The melopoea of the birds, |
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Musical death of paradise, |
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Altered the moving of the spheres. |
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The magic of their voices awakens |
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The nostalgia of a place out of reach |
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We visioned in a dream. |
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But the dark is drawing in their beauty, |
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And for them I would steal the light |
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From the glorious fountain of day... |
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Were I to be what I longed to be. |
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Under a crimson sky, |
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I open my wounds, I am the chalice |
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I offer up the ruby wine of the Sun, |
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And golden dust studs my mystical face. |
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Drain me to the dregs, you, Keepers of Truth, |
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You, Guardians of Beauty! |
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The birds of dawn cry the departure of light. |
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(the anthem of a fading sun) |
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The swans, weeping on the lake, glide in harmony |
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With the swaying of the sinful waves. |
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Fly the doves, bewitched by the fragrance of my thoughts |
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For I am the sea of dreary tears |
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And not the foam seeking shelter on heavenly shores. |
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As the birds vanish and pervade the azure pure, |
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They hide the sun with their enshadowed wings. |
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Dolorem nostram tulit, |
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All my crying, the fears, the grieves, the pains, |
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Supplicium nostrum fert. |
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The hurting tears on the shores of time. |
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Dolorem nostram tulit, |
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The flowers of mercy they have given to me |
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Supplicium nostrum fert. |
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Cannot satisfy all my sorrow and pain. |
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Ab omnibus despectus, |
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Aeterno repudiatus, |
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Es angelus curarum, |
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Tristitia adfectus, |
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Fers luctum atque curam. |
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The birds of dawn. |
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Their chant resounds in me |
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As howling voices echoed under a vault |
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In the cathedral of sorrows and mysteries |
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Their death has built within my self. |
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The birds of dawn. |