In the morning mist by the waning moon
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Through the woods she set on foot
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With a sacred blade cut the berries down
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Dug up the dreaded mandrake root
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[Chorus:]
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Tread my path to summer's end
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This bequest I leave you she says
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You will see what could be evergreen
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Turn to copper and fade to gray
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By the standing stones
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Atropine eyes smiled at me
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Sitting in a sluggish vertigo
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Sands of time form another dream
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No love without sacrifice
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No lige springs without decay
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The final kiss is a wormy one
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In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay
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[Chorus]
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Summers End
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| Amorphis |
