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I remember sunlight dancing across her face |
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Patterns in my mind gently etched in golden amber |
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And when the summer ended she'll be gone away |
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I will become only memories of hauntings and yesterdays |
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Now summer has ended and the warmth is gone |
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Nothing but a breeze, a narrow stream that aims to block my passage |
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In mountain's spring, sorrow took her as it sung |
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My heart was buried with her in beneath the bleeding oaks |
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She died alone in the mournful rain |
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No drop of sun again in painful solitude |
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She feels the roses black as seething night |
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I will reside abiding cursed woods |
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Gold and ochre |
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Behold the tapestry of the fall |
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There is a beauty a certain subtle grandeur |
| [05:03.22] |
In the withering that consumes us all |
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Among the side, these chosen mouths |
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They feed upon forgotten soil as |
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The leaves fly to her desperate cries |
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As the ravens watch from every branch |
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And with discreet her final fall |
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This solemn cause |
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They count the dead |
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And throw them to their graves |
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Time fades |
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Away as |
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Sorrow remains |
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And as a final song she sang: |
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Time fades |
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As I comprehend |
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I am the ashen eidolon |
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The deeper shade of grey |
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She shadowed with her flaming leaves |
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Her wings of golden downs are burning like |
| [11:56.36] |
The swirling arrows against the pouring rain |
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Which gave now heart as I am coughing out |
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Expect her brooding limbs and shattered stars |
| [12:16.81] |
And now they've hung her lifeless begging corpse |
| [12:23.76] |
They gave her liming for what she could no longer bear |
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And forged for her a heaven giving truth |
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Gold and ochre |
| [13:46.25] |
Behold the tapestry of the fall |
| [13:53.11] |
There is a beauty a certain subtle grandeur |
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In the withering that consumes us all |
