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there is no sound or meaning - the world is deadfor five entire nights emitting no decisive lifecrushed into dust or sorrow - fade away a lifetime lost in vain,stumbling towards the death of faith solemn men dwell deep withini know not how |
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I should fly, waiting for the falla land of light awaits us on this side, or not at alli know not how |
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I should fly, calling out to younameless angel, face the death of faith which cripples youthere is no sound or meaning - the world is dead the world is deaddays of mourning, night to follow drawing to a closedawn is breaking, amputate the thoughts that you love mostnever in the hand, no seas of sand and resinthere's love on crutches which always plays a part in the game of sorrows last remembrance, |
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Sorrow's last remainsthere is no sound or meaning - the world is dead |
