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When nightfall class the earth, |
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shadeless flowers sleep. |
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Mankind lies in emptiness, |
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all the mourners weep (in silence). |
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We stride towards sick winds, |
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rain fills our lungs, |
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God s tears inside? |
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So grim yet beautiful (in your soul). |
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Are you too of this awe? |
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Then hope you have (doomed one). |
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When nightfall clasps the earth, |
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man humbles himself. |
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Becomes obedient to death and |
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godlessness. |
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We will all die. |
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We will receive. |
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The goal of our faith. |
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When nightfall clasps the earth |
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angels sing their praises... |
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Have patience dying faces |
