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Seduced by cranes' call |
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When golden mildness of August nights |
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Turn into desperate autumn rust |
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Doth harvest rot or crop decay |
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As the deeds of men trouble them once again |
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I inhale the dark depths of fall |
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The last glimpse of day, alas, drifts away |
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Swans spread their wings and head for the unknown |
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Rowans side to side bleed from autumnal souls |
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The glow of your eyes and the blaze of your heart |
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My saviour amongst the darkest arts |
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In the starry night thou possess the might over me... |
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Blade is forged to bleed |
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Heart is made of forlorn breed |
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Death wreathed to seduce |
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The sons of the northern gloom |
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Wrath born to be ablazed |
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Soul cries after maiden's grace |
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The curse cut upon the frozen stone |
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On the shores of this ice-cold sea |
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Your tears will fall for yesterdays |
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As embers become dark the sorrow shows the way |
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Wear the mourning gown, hear those celebration chants |
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Of the bride with the seven-flowered crown |
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I lay my head upon the doleful bed |
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Under dead leaves of the sacrifice grove |
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Or in oceanic grave will I forget my pains |
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As I glide into night of infinity... |
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To embrace frost on her velvet lips |
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Or hear the yearning from a silent sigh |
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I must reach for the home of the restless ones |
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Where paths bear neither end nor name |
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Groaning rain burns my weary frame |
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The last glimpse of day guides my steps astray |
