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Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. |
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The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before. |
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This day wept on my shoulders. |
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Still the same as yesterday. |
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This path seems endless, body is numb. |
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The soul has lost its flame. |
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Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home. |
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So there I was. |
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Within the sobriety of the immortals. |
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A semblance of supernatural winds passing through. |
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The garden sighs, flowers die. |
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The gate was closed that day, but |
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I was bound to carry on. |
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She could not see me through the windows. |
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In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips. |
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Graven face, she said my name. |
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Once inside |
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I heard whispers in the parlour. |
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The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise. |
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And I cried, |
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I knew she had lied. |
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Her obsession had died, it had died. |
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When can I take you from this place? |
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When is the word but a sigh? |
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When is death our lone beholder? |
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When do we walk the final steps? |
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When can we scream instead of whisper? |
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When is the new beginning,the end of this sad |
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MADRIGAL. |
