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THE SWEET SUFFERING
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As a shadow is cast overhead
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I rejoice in the coming of the gloom
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Lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty
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I decipher what is read in the cloud
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The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears
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The claps of thunder, scared? No, me I revere
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in the enchantment of mother nature
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Her caress it soothes and brings me joy
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Kneeling to the rainfall
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Wind's whispers beckoning
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Inhaling the sweet scent
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Elation is overwhelming
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The way is dim but somehow I find it
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One by one the victims of life are dwindling
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Me, take me ... grief no more if death will save me
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Take me, save me, show me salvation
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Lead me ... a sacred path, reinstate creation
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Show me joy, grief, pride
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and how me your envy
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The way is dim but somehow I find it.
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THE SWEET SUFFERING
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| Anathema |
