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Falling, falling into the hole |
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Starfall, starfall-to the horizon |
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This hateful imperfection on her eyes |
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They swell like orient pearls |
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Why should they stay? |
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Pressed by love to go |
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You don't speak as you think it cannot be! |
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Your vows to her and me |
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How shall we find the concord of your night and day |
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And I go, oh spite, oh hell, to vows that would consis of the wind |
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So sorrow's heaviness does heavier grow |
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Give me your hands of we be friends |
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Oh peace will not harbour me since night's swift dragons cut the skies |
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Night and silence, are you there? |
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****s of chillness he does wear |
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So awake when |
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I'm gone To heaven's breaking fields |
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I come |
