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To the infinite sorrow of thine |
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To the hardly perceptible gate |
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To the shining of eyes so divine |
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That is where I`m laying my fate |
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For the innocent rain of thy tears |
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Will be now dried away by my dreams |
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And the load of our sadness I`ll bear |
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To unknown and forsaken realms |
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When I`m peering desperately |
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Into the empty sky |
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Or when the night dries out at once |
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My tears uncried |
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And I`m seeking something |
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That it never found |
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And when eternal sorrow`s elegant |
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And so profound |
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Thou will give of me the star of thy crown |
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To be placed on my pallid forehead |
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It will burn all my dread visions down |
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And I wonder the path of the dead |
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It will cut all my soul wounds again |
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With its radiant ice-sharpened rays |
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And in musical beauty my pain |
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For a second enlightenes world`s ways |
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When I am torn within |
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The starfall of the nevermore |
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When I am ripping off my soul |
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Sophisticated ardour |
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And tearing within my thoughts |
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And bleeding ennui |
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That is to be the time |
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I`m waiting thee to come to me |
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To the infinite sorrow of thine |
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That is to be the time |
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To the hardly perceptable gate |
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I`m waiting thee |
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To the shining of eyes so divine |
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to come to me |
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That is where I`m laying my fate |
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To come to me |
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To come to me |
