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I see you selling flowers |
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In the Springtime of decay |
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I see you painting idols |
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While the Muses turn to grey |
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And on your bleak horizons |
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Above the bright domain |
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The buried soul of Europe |
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Alive beyond the breathing grave |
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I'll meet you here in Bavaria |
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In fear you'll burn forever |
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I'll meet you here in Bavaria |
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In dreams we'll live forever |
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This is how we see the world, |
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Shining, burning |
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See how the truth divides us |
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In the mercury of pain |
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See how the truth reminds us |
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Of the blindness that we face |
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To suffer for the love of life |
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Sweetness in your cruel embrace |
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Intimations of mortality |
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The crownless Court of Grace |
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On the steeples high |
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Where the swans still glide, |
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Imperium, Imperium |
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On the steeples high |
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Where the nights still shine, |
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Imperium, Imperium |