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We are like mourners when they stand and cry |
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At open grave in wind and rain. |
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Yes, it is death. But you shall rise again |
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Your sun return to this benighted sky. |
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I plunge in flood and flame, |
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Suffer every shame and blame. |
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What ear would hear me if I cried? |
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what could I do to stand the tide? |
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Darkness pressed the shimmering veil, |
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To the black it starts to rend. |
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I am not called upon to be |
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The dark gift. |
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Your heart that cannot lie, |
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Your love is chained, you greedful soul |
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Love with us won't grief no more |
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New life will come as your tears will dry. |
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I plunge in flood and flame, |
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Suffer every shame and blame. |
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What ear would hear me if I cried? |
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what could I do to stand the tide? |
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Darkness pressed the shimmering veil, |
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To the black it starts to rend. |
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I am not called upon to be |
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The dark gift. |
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Hush my child and come along |
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Where the stars are velvet soft. |
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Hush my child and come along |
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Where the stars are velvet soft. |
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Darkness pressed the shimmering veil |
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To the black it starts to rend |
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I am not called upon to be... |
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Darkness pressed the shimmering veil, |
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To the black it starts to rend. |
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I am not called upon to be |
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The dark gift. |