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...And so we take the gift of cryingand bask in the fire of pastthe grandeous hope undyingthe wish will fall at last... |
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So this is the sweetest choiceunhearing gate unhearing breathembrace the stigma of the voicethe kiss of life the kiss of death... |
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Bewitch the sense of the forgottendisarm the fear of all the painwhen all what hurts is slowly rottenit's the symbol's garden's gain... |
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And now it's the triumph of leavinglet all your tears behindtake farewell of all the griefingit's only your eternal mind... |
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Leave it all in serenadesthe only real love is between your gracetake a look behind the gatesblack is blue and haze is haze... |
