As our faith bleeds into day
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This feeble dream is born
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As dark as winter's voice
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As silent as the rain
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A place is found within
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Where hearts are formed of glass
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And fragile songs are heard
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As mist from ancient times
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Everyone will fall again
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Everything shall die again
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And within the violet rose
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Matures to fall in Ash
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Our fears, confirmed, do sleep
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To trouble us no more
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And in the dimming light
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Her eyes do grace my thoughts
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As haunting as the sea
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As soft as winter's touch
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Everyone will fall again
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Everything shall die again
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Relics
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| Bella Morte |
