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The weary creak of my bones |
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Exhausted voice, deathly tones |
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Arms of lead, skin drawn tight |
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No long a princely sight |
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Face is gaunt, pale and thin |
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Bent and grey and full of sin |
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Pass to me |
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Wine and song |
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For I'll be |
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Soon long gone |
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Cast me down, upon the dust |
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My dry bones remain tombless |
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From my life, a rose is grown |
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Rains they come. The winds |
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Blow |
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Winter haunts me |
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Nowhere to flee |
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Take me back. Young was I |
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Within her arms we could fly |
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Grey am I, and all alone |
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I feel like I'm far from home |
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Grace has fled here |
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But He is so near |
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In shadows lie |
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My hopes of life |
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Black wings fold me |
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In their symphony |
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Long the winter nights are |
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Grace is so far |
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Leaves they fall in time |
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Drifting down in time |
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Darkness comes, right on time |
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Descend upon me |
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Wings from above |
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Goodbye to lie |
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Farewell my loves. |
