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I feel greed, ungracious oath |
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through current flows, through solitude |
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your stroke my cheek, this weird voice |
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a mistry night where my lute cries |
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This distant sounds they flee from me |
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conceil my dread, black nebula |
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I may observe the pouring rain |
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perpetual wind they groan... |
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Irresolute they blow asleep |
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the curse the torch-lights scare |
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they bring along the hoaring chimes |
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timidity sneers in your face |
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Extinguish the submissive light |
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shining through the exit of obscurity |
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I light the frozen fervor with my breath |
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nourishing the ancient fire |
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shettered in the lonely, tepid sphere |
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percipice into afflication |
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I'm walking through unvisible gates |
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taking up the burden of ferocity |
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the twilight atones for cries |
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warm sunbeams take refuge |
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I roam through the meadow |
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I search the execrable dawn |
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I ravere the fersome side |
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crown of thorns adorn my soul |
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Words we sow and cries we reap |
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cold will bloom, but will it pass... |
