I'm here,
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the mist around the trees.
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And I'm still here,
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dancing through the skies of nevermore.
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And I can feel your heat
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by the ancient stone,
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where you rest and sleep.
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(Call me Lethe)
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And I'm lust,
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covered by the early hoarfrost.
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And I'm shame,
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standing in the water of pain.
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Created to soar the darkest mystery...
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Created to bleed and wither inside...
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And I dream you in deepest forest...
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And I'll walk when the night goes on...
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And I'll wait all the black ravens,
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through my spirit, body and my mind.
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And I'm here,
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till the moonlight guiles my eyes.
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And I'm shroud.
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Ode into the darkness...
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Ode into the wind.
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And I'm despondency.
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And with her beauty, with her regal -
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Lethe... It shines, it shines.
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Shine Of Lethe
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| Whispering Forest |
