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Hold me as I slip away |
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Into this coldness |
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Hold me as I slip away |
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Into these colours |
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Hold me as I pay respect |
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To broken spires |
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Of dreadful night |
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My flesh has been torn |
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My eyes have seen clouds |
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My nails have gripped the clay |
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Of crawling black flowers |
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Recalling dead sorrow |
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Recalling black love |
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You and I |
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in pleasure parted |
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You and I |
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In sadness racked |
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You and I |
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In flowers falling |
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You and I |
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Invoke culling |
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You and I |
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In soulless searching |
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You and I |
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In heartfelt hurting |
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You and I |
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At our first bleeding |
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You and I, You and I . . . |
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This little childs death |
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This bundle of cloth |
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With prayer book precision |
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On rocking horse night |
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Casting the runes |
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Odal, hail and thorn |
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Hold me as I slip away |
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Into this coldness |
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Hold me as I slip away |
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Into these colours |
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Hold me as I pay respect |
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To dreadful spires |
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Of tired life. |
