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As the funeral dirge solemnly plays |
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A grave ravaged by time |
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With one decaying rose |
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Laying subtly on top of the cracked earth |
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Alone in a cemetery of benevolence |
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Death by ones own hand |
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Gives them this curse |
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When dusk breathes its last breath |
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And the eerie dirge fades |
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A melancholic apparition appears |
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Sitting in sorrow |
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Waiting to pass the other side |
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Forever bound here |
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Longing for that which will never come |
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And when the dawn bleeds in |
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Fading back to nothingness |
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Till dusk breathes again |
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The nights so empty |
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The nights so lonely |
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Haunting in sadness |
