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Dancing through the silent waves |
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The shimmering moonlight |
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Over lostAngels remains |
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Whispering |
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Through gloomy halls |
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Beneath the gentle soft caress |
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Of dreaming shadows |
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Flowing streams of silver |
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Through tidal torrents of grief |
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Time was never there for us |
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The final tide took the last ones away, away |
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Buried visions of sunrise |
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Beneath the seas of torrid soil |
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Slowly sinking in the mire |
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Shades of emerald fields |
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Our eyes can't stand the flames |
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Single sparkles hidin' in our palms |
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They linger before dying away |
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Fading from out sight |
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Loathsome are the ways of those |
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Who the meadows shall receive |
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For every glimpse of daylight must vanish |
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And every soul submit to tide |
