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The woods decay and fall |
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The vapours weep their burdon to the ground |
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Man comes and tills the fields and lies beneath |
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And after many a summer dies the swan |
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When the days of all golden dreams had perished |
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Even despair was powerless to destroy |
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Then did I learn how existence could be cherished |
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And fed without the aid of joy |
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Then did I check the tears of useless passion |
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Weaned my young soul from yearning after yours |
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Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten |
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Down to that tomb already more than mine |
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My dreams |
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My life |
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Away |
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Now I'm here |
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The abyss near |
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Neverending |
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And even yet I dare not let it languish |
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Dare not indulge in memory's repturous pain |
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Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish |
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How could I seek the empty world again? |
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Fall asleep and die in harmony |
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Under the bright shadow of Dark Suns tragedy... |