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And here's enough of them for many a nightly breath |
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And a fine shelter from the jealous too |
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The rise of an extinguished art |
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Higher dreams have come to us |
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And here's enough of them |
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The depressive season there with sceneries filled with idols |
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Hell the space is no more |
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Who named the crown that fell |
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What do you think |
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Who were supposed to make it this time |
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Yes blacken little hearts |
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I can't believe my eyes |
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You romanticized the depths of this one |
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The wisdom of men and women says |
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Those things we can't speak directly of |
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We must refer to them |
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What do you think |
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Who were supposed to make it this time |
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Yes blacken little hearts |
