From my pain's denial,
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mourning whispers come to life.
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Hell, crawling up to stigmatize my soul again in this aureole,
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above the waving cold.
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The shining, strong and gruesome destined to witness,
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with thorns in my eyes.
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Myself, holding the heart of all my life,
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there in my shivering hands, into the aureole,
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above the waving cold.
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A sacred kiss, let it fall, down,
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into the elder cosmic sea,
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where the winds have risen.
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There in the utter woe,
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there where they haunt so cold...
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Black Aureole
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| Lunar Aurora |
