[Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy]
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my eyes hold the eventide,
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albeit behind the eyes thou hast
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thro' which I 'hold naught else
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a flame enshroudéd in its blackness;
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but the raven;
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burning without the faintest breeze.
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sleep my dearest ones -
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teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
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mind not the palling velvet darkness
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thou by such angst mark'd art?!
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wherefore is here loneliness?;
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infinite hollowness
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in which my thoughts echo,
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to the shadows i whisper -
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with the shadows i waltz -
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bear me; i am not the plague,
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altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?!
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dare not naysaying my grant;
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dance no longer with the shadows,
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vanish with me abaft the unlight! -
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dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard;
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o! the taste on thine lips;
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dance with me the mephisto waltz.
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a trickling deep red love -
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wedlock 'twixt day and night -
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everlasting lightheartédness -
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offer me relief fro the sunrays.
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a kiss for thee my dear.
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ah! such delight i sense:
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eternally and ne'erendingly;
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savour the bitter grapes of life!
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a soulsister of thine i am.
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let me openly greet thy kiss;
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the most loving and caring bites.
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grant me thineself!,
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i bore the woe in my heart,
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my heart was shatter'd into its tithe,
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as i depart embrace me,
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save yet are its chambers in flood.
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and in paltry time will i re-awake -
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i love thee.
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As The Shadows Dance
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Theatre of Tragedy |