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Dusk, she is the calming influence |
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Making ends meet in a place of concentric corners |
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She cleanses these gutters with her utmost purity |
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Onrushing dark leaves your false light lonely |
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Her frozen kiss devoid of apology |
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Setting cleansing fires to guide the rest of us through the night by |
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When we once again arrive in struggling shine of dawn |
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Memories of her ice shall gird us on our way |
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For all the friends we left behind |
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For lost summers and eyes gone blind |
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For the kiss of blade on desperate flesh |
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For light shrouded only in funeral dress |
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For all tears mingled with bad blood, awaiting sentencing for hearts taken, but not understood |
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For all mislaid foundation stones |
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For all smiles cracked wide open |
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For all beauty turned to ash |
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For all flames in deluge doused |
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For all fear all encompassing |
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One for sorrow |
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Two to destroy |