Precious Flame of life, so Elusive
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A spark being trampled to ashes
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And spread by the winds of time
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This garden is a silent one
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Nothing moves but thoughts
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The thoughts of those in silent memory
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This they know, this they understand
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There is darkness everywhere, outside
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Morningstar forever set in Zenith
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Uriel ruler of worlds
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Saraquel set over spirits
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the repulsive truth of this dark domain
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The answer echos throughout infinity
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There are so many of us here
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And we are all so lonely
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We are among millions and still alone
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We are in hell, and yet so cold
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Gardens of Grief
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There's no god to punish us, and yet we suffer
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Throughout so many lifetimes in this garden I have dwelt
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Through Gardens of Grief
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| At the Gates |
