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In their lofty chambers dwell |
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The sacred and divine |
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Resting in seraphic bliss |
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The timeless and sublime |
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Far above the mortal sphere |
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Dreaming without a care |
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Far above the weeping world |
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Sleeping amidst the light of stars |
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Too far away to hear our calls |
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Too far away to care at all |
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On the burnished thrones they sit |
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Might in their blazing eyes |
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Vault of heaven at their feet |
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Undying flames inside |
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Never shall decay or death |
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Touch on the blithe souls |
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Sorrowless the days of gods |
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Amidst the everblooming groves |
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But where do we lay our heads to rest? |
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Where do we shelter when the night falls? |
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For the part of man |
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Is to take the sombre path |
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Stumble in the dark |
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Stray amidst the dust and ash |
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Like forgotten ghosts |
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Drifting in the driving wind |
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Dashing towards the void |
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Whirling blindly through the night |
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Like water flung from the highest cliff |
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We fall, |
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lunge, |
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swirl, |
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dissolve, |
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and fade away |
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Down into the unknown |
