A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
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So tired, so restless under an ominous light
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I found myself in thoughts of dying,
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Shivered in bitter dismay
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I see you there; and I wonder why
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The silence does not break
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Away, please turn away.
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In my dreams you haunt me still.
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Come, please come my way.
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In my life I need you still.
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The morrow-winds shall blow no more
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So many pale moons ago;
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A flower of death did grow
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A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
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So tired, so restless under an ominous light
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You found yourself in thoughts of dying,
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Shivering in bitter dismay,
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I see you there; and I wonder why
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The silence does not break
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Away, you turned away.
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In my dreams you haunt me still.
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Come, please come my way.
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In my life I need you still.
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To blossom in the deepest of black,
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And thus we die to flower again
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"I keep your memory near my heart,
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My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,
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Till long life over, I too depart
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To the infinite night where perhaps you are."
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A rapture through the dirty glass,
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Cutting myself to behold another spring
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So I became the exile, unable to (sustain) love,
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Smiling at Death and unite with my solitude
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To finally turn the blooded page
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I pray these tears will end soon,
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But you just left me lying here
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I wasn't ready for the world...
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Still, I was thrown in there
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The Death Of Hours
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| Draconian |
