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Streets half-familiar that I once called home... |
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the breath of phantoms now fogs the light; |
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the skin I shuffled strangely outgrown. |
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Fallen, the city of night |
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Lost geographics of mortar and lime |
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formed the arena for fight or flight; |
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all's buried under the leafstorm of time, |
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fallen in the city of night, |
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fallen the city of night. |
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All of the fences overblown, |
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all of the gardens overgrown, |
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all of the towers overthrown; |
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all that I knew shall be over, |
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become unkown |
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in the city of night. |
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I know that I've been here before, |
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I know that I've been here before, |
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but that was in another lifetime. |
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What once seemed blessed now feels accursed |
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with words the spendthrift burned by candlelight |
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but now this miser's mouth is pursed: |
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fallen, the city of night. |
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I know that I've been here before |
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but that was in another lifetime. |
