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The winds of a dying dream, a tempest unveiled |
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Once again arcane rain fell - cold, sorrowful and so frail |
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O, those weeping times, all of my life's a lie |
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An endless torrent of anguished tears' o behold my cry |
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The affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedy |
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Lachrymose is the light - touching the buried again |
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O, this scenery of loss always present within me |
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Afar into the obscure |
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I wish I now could soar |
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Even though he stole my pride - |
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I stand above his lies |
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Even though |
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I oceans cried - and sailed them far and wide ...my star shall ever shine |
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Drifting endlessly deep in darkened streams; |
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The inharmonious looms |
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In my doleful ocean lies the love |
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I've lost... ...for heaven, my sorrow |
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Devour my soul as |
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I enter the dark and cold |
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Fallen from heaven's domains - god's vengeance unfolds |
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This scenery of loss, a ruined empire of dismay; |
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A pathway of decay leading afar and always astray. |
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Even though he stole my pride - |
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I stand above his lies |
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Even though |
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I oceans cried - and sailed them far and wide... ...my star shall ever shine "Homage he has from all - but non from me... I battle it against him, as I battled in highest heaven - through all eternity, And the unfathomable gulfs of hades, and the interminable reals of space, And the infinity of endless ages... all, all, will I dispute" |
