A bizarre picture of the death
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That paints with the blood
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In the canvas of your face
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It ripples in the whirlpool of a dance
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Your palm's in the gesture
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Of the last minute of life
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It cools mine
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You ripple in the whirlpool of the dance
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The insane dance of us
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It ends when the moon loses its face
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I fade in the rippling level
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Of the labyrinth of time
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Blood tears of mine flow
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Out of my eyes
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Blood tears of mine flow
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Out of my eyelids
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In a beauty sealed forever
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There reflects our end
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Our dancing shade on the walls
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Like a gobelin pattern
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In the breeze of my clothes
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And the garland of lilies the time stopped
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It Ends When The Moon Loses Its Face
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| Galadriel |
