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I see circles of gold in spite of my eyes |
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When darkness falls from above |
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Stay under me my love |
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I see circles of gold fading to black |
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Until the heavens have died |
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You'll be the thorn in my side |
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Come so coldly awake |
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Where the light wouldn't go |
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Come only to drift downward slow |
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In the dying light is a dream beyond time |
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One as impossible |
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As it is beautiful |
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Now the ghost in the mirror twists this way and that |
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Setting the thread to fray |
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In such a solitary way |
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And the archangel sighs, feeding his blues |
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Still I am loathe to gather |
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All of these bones together |
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Come so coldly awake |
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Where the light wouldn't go |
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Come only to drift downward slow |
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On the way to the gate |
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Walk a merciful mile |
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While lying in wait a serpent coils |
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Here's where the bent and the wretched were born |
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Here's where the path was erased in the storm |
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I see circles of gold burned off the sun |
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When shadows fall from above |
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Stay close to me my love |
