When they finally claim you
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All matter will cease, all dreams will expire
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And with a dead angel's touch
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And the loss of myself
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The vapour will fade
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Until the day that I join you
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When you finally take yourself
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Day will be night, all will be nothing
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As the flickering candles that lit up our chess
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Can burn no more
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When the queen has fallen
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Now I cower in this hollow room
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Acutely aware that the time is approaching
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When what I love above all else
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Will be only my greatest memory
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It's both tragic and symbolic
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That in your darkest hour
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You can still shine so bright
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As Powder Turns To Dust
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| Chalice |
