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My empty eyes and weakened gaze, |
|
remove me from the sky |
|
sipping night and tasting tears, |
|
of stars that always cry |
|
the journey ends and paths unfold |
|
I danced with death and smiled |
|
I fear her kiss no longer |
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for now I am her child |
|
if I should die before I wake, |
|
may sleep become my tomb |
|
let death become my muse, |
|
my bed within her womb |
|
my shaded eyes and sharpened gaze |
|
sipping light and tasting dreams |
|
my empty eyes and weakened gaze, |
|
remove me from the sky |
|
sipping night and tasting tears, |
|
of stars that always cry |
|
the jurney ends and paths unfold |
|
I danced with death and smiled |
|
I fear her kiss no longer |
|
for now I am her child |
|
if I should die before I wake, |
|
may sleep become my tomb |
|
let death become my muse, |
|
my bed within her womb |
