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The eye ranged the room |
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When I met my doom |
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And the sands have run out |
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The sky is overcast |
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And my thoughts have ranged the past |
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The sunset glow so crimson |
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And when all is on the slope |
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The parting hour of hope |
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And a cone of rays awaits [Chorus] |
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Whenever we mourn at the bed |
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And pray for the soul of the dead |
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Was there all said and done |
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Under this pale sun |
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The end of the matter's a tear |
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A crushing blow so full of fear |
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The darkest hour of day |
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When you are gone and taken away |
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Ivy-clad the bed |
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Some dark clouds overhead |
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I am at a loss of words |
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The river draws to a close |
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From source to sea it goes |
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The eleventh hour's near [Chorus] |
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Whenever we mourn at the bed |
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And pray for the soul of the dead |
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Was there all said and done |
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Under this pale sun |
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The end of the matter's a tear |
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A crushing blow so full of fear |
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The darkest hour of day |
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When you are finally gone and taken away |
