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In Sickness and Health
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"Through marriage we're bonded, by death we're separated. But sometimes our dreams can keep us together. Life is transitory but love can be eternal."
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The cruelty of this world persists
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The cold wind speaks for our lost
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Whispering words, weaving worlds
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Her time has come, alas
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A man with opened eyes
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One stopped out of a dream
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With a view held within his mind
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The tears for his bride redeem
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Watching this world falling apart
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Like the dreams in a shallow sleep
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Countless are the nights they shared
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The mourning in his tears
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But morning still has broken
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A light in his world of dawn
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All beauty turned to rot
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His flowers, all are gone
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Close the eyes of eternal love
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Buries his face in his hands
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Her face looks so alive
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In the morning sun
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But morning still has broken
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A light in his world of dawn
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All beauty turned to rot
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His flowers, all are gone
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Dreams are nothing but illusions
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Illusions for one to see
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It's the visual projection of our inside
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And as empty as the heart in me
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As the heart in me...
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In Sickness and Health
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| The Gathering |
