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...and many a moon shall rise... ...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night |
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Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light. |
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Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart, |
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Entwined in this tragic embrace |
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I fear and bemourn to depart. |
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When the shadows fall, and the sun sets in us all... |
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Just silent hopes remain & the aching grief that grows into a bottomless vale |
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I fall - O, |
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I give myself away... |
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Away! Far away! |
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To this dim and misty place |
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My heart reflects the night... |
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Languid moonshine |
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I bath my skin in thee |
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O may thy beauty be revealed in me. |
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Silent winds, whisper to me thy songs of solitude and joy... |