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Eyes closing, breathing life into your veins |
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and then the morning rips you away |
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torn my the scythe of dawn, she wields it with |
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no shame |
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eyes closing, you whisper words that bled |
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the veil of dusk is tightly drawn |
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light fading, it sets you free again |
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unscathed by the hidden blade |
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eyes closing, your hand begins to shiver |
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slipping through my fingers torn by the thorns |
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of wake |
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as dawn gives birth to the naked sun |
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eyes closing, breathing death into my veins |
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this fleeting body finds you there |
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where cloudlike creatures have no color |
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I will always be with you in that place |
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its hands enfolding the lithic skin |
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hiding the stones uncovered by sleep |
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in which the dream scatters the lie |
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eyes closing, breathing death into my veins |
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I will find you there |
