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Below the branches of |
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A lonely winter tree |
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High rocky slopes |
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Cliffs of the cold and lurid sea |
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Lost among the stars |
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Silver dew on a meadow fair |
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My silent pain |
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My diary of despair (despair) |
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Snow turned red when death was near |
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Her frozen tears so crystal-clear |
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Nameless grave by the sounding sea |
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In my wildest drams |
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She's still calling me |
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Innocence died, she died so young |
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Pale-faced moon |
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What have we become? |
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I only know that it was |
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Many a year ago |
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Old father moon shone brightley |
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And the tide was low |
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A ship from far away |
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Lay unmoved on the shore |
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Her gentle voice changed |
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My life forevermore (forevermore) |
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The wind whispers her tale of woes |
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I will not rest and I will never repose |
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Nameless grave by the sounding sea |
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In my wildest drams |
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She's still calling me |
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Innocence died, she died so young |
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Pale-faced moon |
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What have we become? |
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Snow turned red when death was near |
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Her frozen tears so crystal-clear |
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Nameless grave by the sounding sea |
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In my wildest drams |
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She's still calling me |
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Innocence died, she died so young |
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Pale-faced moon |
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What have we become? |
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Nameless Grave |
