When the Sun draws to a close
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Night with Silence, sweet lonely silence beckon, compel us
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to leave this reality - pale face of the world-
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making us dreaming about immortallity near the haunted shores of
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Grasping Styx
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On the dark fields overgrown with the pale flowers of the asphodels,
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the fleshless light shadows of the dead rampage through these fields.
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They complain about their cheerless life without the light and desires.
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Their groans are quietly heard, barely perceptible remind me - us -
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the same as they, persecuted by the autumns winds
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[11 february 1999]
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With The Autumns Winds
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| Celestial Crown |
