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"Through blood and thorns I wandered, |
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Freezing, aching, bound for a ruined cathedral below. |
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All is dead, look! Only rust, and debris, |
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And shells of stone remain, drowning in ashes, a |
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S if we had never been. Everyone I had ever known. |
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Everyone I'd ever meet. |
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Everyone I ever loved. |
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Gone with the centuries, lost under a sea of ashes." |
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Only now when every chance |
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To belong |
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Is bitterly gone |
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I feel I do |
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For the very first time |
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I understand |
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The gift we had |
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Now forever gone |
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All I ever knew lie dead |
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And their epitaphs the ashes guard |
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Must I live to mourn the world |
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Or find reunion once the ashes part |
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For I am chosen |
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To speak |
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At the open grave |
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Of each and everyone |
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How can I mourn |
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For every man? |
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May I soon |
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Lie with them |
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[Qorban:] |
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"How can I go on, when all I have is a grave? |
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When one place is as good as another, |
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To lie down and belatedly join where I belong. Let it end here, with me." |
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This unearthly knell |
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A deadly gale, or |
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A grace of life? |