'Tis love that is lost
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My heart lie bleeding
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One last time I caress her flesh
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On this cold and wet September
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morning
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'Tis beauty that has vanished
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It's soft light growing dim
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Without it life is only living
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And death is but the end
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The song of the swans is all I hear
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I'm lit by the light of morning I shall
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never love again
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Never place faith in the pleasures of life again
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Never turning back
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Life's wonder has abandoned me now
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She said, "I'll be with you till the end"
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Then her life was cast away from me
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right then
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Now all I have is morning
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So I'll bathe in the sunlight...
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Alone I'm left to face the night
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A drama of nightmare bliss
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Captive of it's scaly arms
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And whore to it's lustful kiss
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Alone I am in twilight
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Of Autumns cold December warning
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By beauty entombed , my love lie cold
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Now I wait for morning
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The tension of Night's grasp
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I can't breath, I feel I'm trapped
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Without you I'm left as prey
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To Night's dark, grim serenade
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I pause and cool my head
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I know that memories lie ahead
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Filled with passion and tragedy
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Oh please, morning rescue me
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Where to now?
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Alone with the sunlight of dawns magnificence
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Conception of a new day
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I can breath once more
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Shower me with life, and lash me with love
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No longer am I captive
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To Night's darkened plays
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Or the moon's shadowed glaze
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Lit By The Light Of Morning
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| Sculptured |
