Mother, I'm lying in the dust...I've forgotten what I am
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I don't know what I'll be
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The day you gave me the first dawn, has been for you the last dusk
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Along impassable paths I've roamed and now I sense the end
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A never grown child comes back to you
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A soul too tired because of living, too tired to flee away another time
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...to search a new way without you
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Desolated, alone...in the shadows of loneliness he stares
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Only the weight of an immense void in his heart as he looks the seraphic gaze of the angel
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Every step is a bitter tear, every trampled leaf a torn in his palm
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Fallen in the mud he lays crying...a handful of dead leaves in his hand
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...lurking to reach the statue...to touch his lost love only once more...
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Only the weight of an immense void of handful of dead leaves in his hand
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Slowly my body embraces the feet of this statue so cold in a november day
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My flesh and my spirit finally chilled
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Now I face the end...I'm part of you...I'm lost with you in an eternal embrace
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The final shine of this light eternal...the spiritual union at the end
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Welcome my sweet child...don't cry my son, because you have suffered too much...don't cry...
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your mother forever with you shall be
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Angelic Visions
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| Inner Shrine |
