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Deep into the darkness peering |
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Long I stood there fearing |
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Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... |
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But the silence was unbroken |
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And the stillness gave no token |
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And the only word there spoken |
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Was the whispered word: "Veritas" |
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This the dark whispered |
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And an echo murmured back the word |
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Merely this and nothing more! |
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Fools and faith conspire |
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Questions of desire |
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That they never owned before |
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Kings without their armour |
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Men without their honour |
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We all slip into oblivion |
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We are the dark inside the night |
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The ghosts about which the poets write |
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And the dreams that night's embrace |
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That slowly leave without a trace... |
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O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare |
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Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc! |
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Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind |
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Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind! |
