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In our every moment |
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With our every breath |
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Even far away |
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Your eyes are ways |
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Disputing my darkness |
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In your darkest hour |
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With the dying sun |
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Preying all alone |
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Your lips the downfall |
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Coloring my days |
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As if in a spring of rage |
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Your fury and beauty would incarnate |
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In your every moment |
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Lays a cruel fate |
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Even from a distance |
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Your hands of doom |
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Disquieting my darkness |
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As if in a spring of rage |
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Your fury and beauty would incarnate |
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Release my pain |
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Widowed in the whiteness pure |
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Clouded captive by the Moon |
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As if in a spring of rage |
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Your fury and beauty would incarnate |
