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See the snow and the red flowers in the fall, |
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Strains of marble on the angel with crying eyes, |
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Passing shadows in the fire of the last room |
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And like spectres wrap around the ashen sky. |
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Distant words and the last island is now near, |
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Like a Bocklin's picture now the sea is quiet. |
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He is Christ and she is Christ |
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And near the cross |
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They are angels falling in the silent sky. |
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Touch my body for an instant in this dawn, |
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Touch the stone, it's cold like the heart of your church |
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And if you can feel something special in your tears, |
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Remember, ghosts like me are roses for your years |
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Because the black names will return |
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To drown the roses of your dreams, |
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Because the stigmata are bleeding |
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Over the sanctuaries of the rain |
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And if you can't forget the pain of this return, |
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It doesn't matter, now the time is not your friend, |
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Remember all you want remember if you want |
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And no one scream and no one tear could give me life. |
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Touch my body for an instant in this dawn |
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Touch the stone, it is cold like the heart of your church |
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And if you can feel something special in your tears, |
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Remember, ghosts like me are roses for your years. |
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And all the gates of the cemetery |
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Are closed forever on your reasons. |
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Only mercy's eyes will shine |
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Over the dark lights of your treason. |
