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As the delicate nightsky once again dies |
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The mist of dawn brought ruin and demise |
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Darkness dissolves, every dream withdraws; |
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Returning into a world of shallowness and lies |
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This world is helpless... |
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I descend... |
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I flee To sympathize for their souls; |
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You have to humanize me |
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Still the waning sun bleeds upon paradise... |
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On the morrow of war it shall not rise |
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This world is helpless... |
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I descend... |
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I flee To sympathize for their souls; |
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You have to humanize me |
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Among the deficient humankind |
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I'm concealed, |
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A sad and fragile world never to be healed |
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My expression of grief towards the horizon wails, |
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Alone and aimless on the oceans of sadness |
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I sail "O, miserable sun, consign I will not I shall not conjureth a false identity o' my kind... And thy lights dost not err noctural lovers affection Pure love flies in the night, When thou hast sunken beneath god's shameful world; Hiding in shame, while my spirit remains My cradle will wock in e'ery place where lovers mourn, Where night feeds ye troth of longing within every fallen star" |
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Here alone in this neverending maze... |
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In the midst of everything there's but a void to embrace |
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Never have |
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I suffered as this within, |
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Never has a greater woe in me assailed |
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See the angels' cry... |
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In the eyes of mine |
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See the angels' cry... |
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In the eyes of mine |
