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I lost more I ever gained |
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far away, far away... |
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Thunder die, heartache cry |
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Star-crossed light never meant far, far away... |
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Whisper trance-enchants and fear! |
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Light and fags, hope and fear |
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Start to think and start to hear |
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my voice soft, wit and charm |
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Off I rise, twilight-path |
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Never saw such trembling harm |
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Cut-tongued spheres to appear |
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falling down so fresh and free |
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Flat my voice, wake or sleep |
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I have met within my dreams |
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Never feel a calm so deep |
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How can grief break the wall |
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to my long, long promised way? |
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But my sake I will break, |
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break in pieces never seen |
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Senca, nevermore... |
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Beauty, pleasure, youth |
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which one will I choose |
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to uphold my wounds? |
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Beauty, pleasure, youth |
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two of them to lose |
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to avoid my tomb |