As midnights constellations
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Gather from unnatural brilliance
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Collecting the pieces
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In which all burn
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Within death's darkly curtained halls
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I've learned to know the desert ways
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Whose wrath and hate i've sworn to tell
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But sure with patience can bear
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Alas, lessening from dazzled sight
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Arose, midst the twilight pathways
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As midnights constellations
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Gather from unnatural brilliance
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Where are they now
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Lost, long gone by
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Disguised as beings of light
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Bear the grandeur with a disdainful smile
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As the fire now is grown cold
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Thought and form crumbling to dust
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Seals up all in the rest
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Yet what shadows they cast
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As we tore ourselves asunder
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We tore ourselves asunder
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Ruined, emptied of virtue
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Shattered and set free
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Released from the pale
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To ponder the darkness
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As midnights constellations
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Gather from unnatural brilliance
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Where are they now
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Lost, long gone by
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Yet what shadows they cast
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As we tore ourselves asunder
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In the dead embers
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All burn!
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Disguised As Beings Of Light
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| Thy Primordial |
