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A cheering light |
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I've never seen |
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My days are bleak |
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Sans the serene |
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These ancient walls |
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I never left |
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From balming sleep |
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I've been bereft |
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Solitude has always been my lot |
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Cobwebs and shadows, rats and old toads |
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How long I dwell in here I seem forgot |
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In smell of ages gone and putrid moats |
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There is bitter comfort |
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In my ways that have no sun |
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Through ruins of decay I hunt |
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I am the eidolon |
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I linger on old graves |
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I exist unseen |
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The outcast and the wretched spawn |
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I am the unclean |
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For in one night |
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I touched the cold |
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And polished glass |
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Thus had insight |
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A fiendish ghoul of gruesome shape and view |
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Stared at me in fright and awe |
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But once I took a closer look I knew |
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The dreadful horror - myself I saw |
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There is bitter comfort |
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In my ways that have no sun |
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Through ruins of decay I hunt |
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I am the eidolon |
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I linger on old graves |
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I exist unseen |
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The outcast and the wretched spawn |
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I am the unclean |
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I feast upon the beauty |
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Of things that others shun |
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In netherworlds and crypts I dwell |
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I am the alien one |
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I wallow in the old world |
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In things that they condemn |
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Through solitude and shadow |
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The outsider I am |
