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Looking down at my life |
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I find the cold stare of spite |
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In a copse the |
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Angel sighs |
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I long to feel her at my side |
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Hope is dread, it waits for me |
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And through it cloak |
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I cannot see |
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Within her arms |
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I wish to rest |
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But she's slave to cold, sweet death |
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And she knows what's in my heart |
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And she sees the falling snow |
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On this darkest night of life |
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And she sees the fires burn |
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Underneath the falling snow |
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On this darkest night of life |
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I trace her steps and yet |
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I find A search in vain to end this life |
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I smell the rose within her hand |
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Existing in the hour's sand |
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Hope is dread |
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It waits for me |
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From its grasp |
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I long to be |
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She shuts her eyes, the darkness falls |
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And life is lost to midnight's call |
