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Be aware, |
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That never wakes. |
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Fell from heaven of the soulless saints. |
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As the scarlet moonlight's flaming ray, |
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He had stolen from the light of thee, |
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Fall from grace |
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Of London days. |
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Fall from grace - |
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Forthcoming fate. |
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And she rode on |
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Serpent's |
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Hill, Where always dreadful wind blows deadly chill, |
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Towards the world that wails beneath. |
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As the scarlet moonlight's flaming ray, |
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He had stolen from the light of thee, |
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Fall from grace |
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Of London days. |
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Fall from grace - |
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Forthcoming fate. |
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I shall fire |
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Beyond this light and to the heaven. |
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Across the |
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Earth and through the dark fires, |
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Into the temples, the temples of desires. |
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I shall fire |
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Beyond this light and to the heaven. |
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Fall from grace |
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Of London days. |
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Fall from grace, |
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Fall from grace - |
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Forthcoming fate. |
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Fall from grace, |
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Fall from grace, |
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Fall from grace. |