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How quick the seasons change |
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The leaves turned from green to grey |
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A flickering Apparition hovers above |
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So familiar |
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Yet so distant |
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Preserved in age |
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Icey hands support a somber face |
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Like a curse of immortality |
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Father time mocks me |
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Through grave and tomb |
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Past valley and precipice |
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Emerges the ghost of retribution |
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The horizon burns |
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Set light by kin and blood |
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A snake amongst us |
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Has soured this soil |
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Sometimes I hope you aren't looking down on me |
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To witness what I've become |
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Through time you will see what blinds you |
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Beholder of all light |
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Turn back the stone |
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To your slumber return |
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Suspended on a tide of obscurity |
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A wraith missing a crown |
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It almost feels like |
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Time is standing still |
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Yet somehow time |
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Has drained me of my youth |
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The years I've waited, |
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Have all but slipped away, |
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Torn from me |
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Father time forever mocks me |
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I have become, |
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I have become powerless, |
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Powerless |
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I have become, |
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I have become so emotionless |
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Through time you will see what blinds you |
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Beholder of all light |
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Turn back the stone |
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To your slumber return |