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Yearning for days of yore |
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in elysian daydreams |
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Burn with a fatal gloss |
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a confounding mirror of souls |
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Dance with the winterwinds |
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in thy visions so sanguine |
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Glance upon Stygian streams |
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where lies hidden a pale secrecy |
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Hark... |
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lures of the siren |
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yearn for the days when blithe thou was |
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Sworn to a secrecy |
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an arcanum devotee |
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Mourning a life with thee |
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a descendance of watery argentine |
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Trance of thy frailty |
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endure the exsanguine |
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Glance beyond closed eyelids |
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the conundrum of all mysteries Crossing in life...my heart |
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with silver in times...I'm weak |
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too weak... |
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Wan circling skies |
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secretes...silvering sorrow |
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Precious to me Aphelion |
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Thou are the fields where we wither still |
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Exhaust in thy waning world |
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My Aphelion |
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on a broken mirror |
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where the veils of night and day seems as one |
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May thy lids gather again |
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on a vast and frail crusade |
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Invigoration of pain pervation this time |
