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Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of |
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Pan as tears fall from heaven... once |
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I had hold the rarest rose, |
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But, that is now forgotten with time... |
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Among the tree's |
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I wandered, |
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To feel the embrace of etemal eclipse as my candle bums out, - |
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And we must make the myths... |
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Dark is the moon at harvest, the nightly mist approaches through the forlorned marshes, - |
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Then darkness has now been achieved... "Crush your earthly virtnes, As I stumbled through snow and frost my feeble heart is longing for the wood, where all dark cast a shadow...." |
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It's pale morrow landscape, |
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Has now risen through the bleak night over the moors and mountains, |
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Flies the hunting ravens..., searching, |
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Dance through the cold shadows of |
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Pan, As tears fall from heaven, |
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Then, once |
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I had hold the rarest rose... |
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Frozen is my pagan heart, |
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And once again the dawn is here hear the sound of silence, |
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In these trees.... |
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Are my gallows.... |