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I looked unto the |
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Old One, in the |
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Sacred Halls |
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I found him there amidst his grief, and crumbling walls |
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The tears that lined his face |
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Told the tale he tried to hide |
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Of castles made of sand, and of the tide |
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A whisper through his sobs |
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I heard him softly say "My kingdom for a wise man: yesterday" "No one can save us, no one can stop the end" |
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Not all the king's horses, or all your amen's: |
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There's no disarming, no forewarning |
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Morning is over - forever burns the night |
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Time's forever fused with the night |
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The passions of men -in a flash |
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Put an end to the light |
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No one can save us now |
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Nothing can stop the end |
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Not all the king's horses, or all your amen's |
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No disarming, no forewarning |
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Morning is over- forever burns the night |
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Time's forever fused with the night |
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The passions of men -in a flash |
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Put an end to the light |
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Shadows seething - darkness fills the sky |
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Ashes wreathing - fire burning on high |
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Suffocation - the light all gone away |
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In the end - no final words to say |
