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Stately columns standing in solemn rows |
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Such empty honours are suitable for those |
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Whose death erases all renown and fame |
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And vanquishes their glory with their name |
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Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields |
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Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields? |
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By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky |
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By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am |
| [02:13.65] |
I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams |
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I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene. |
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By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky |
| [03:10.11] |
By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am |
| [03:17.94] |
I. Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades |
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But not for those whose superior worth |
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After death extols them to the earth |
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I would even venture to assume |
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That one need not build for them a tomb |
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By human art, since glory heaven sent |
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Serves them as a living monument |
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Pain is a far away land, |
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Misery, a lifetime's journey... ...and |
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I lust for death (judgement). |
