I am one with sorrow
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from the tree of grief I fall...
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into the shadows
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of an evil shade of grey
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A taste of tears
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is flowing down my tongue
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like memories of days
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when the world was new
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and I was young
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Nowadays my garden is pale
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and the trees bear fruit no more
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but so is life they say
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of age the colours fade away
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As time pass by in this twilight land
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I wish the winds would take my hand
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and lead me into the cosmic halls
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to carve my name within its walls
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But the winds will fail
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as the ways are of night
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to blow out my candle
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of forsaken light
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for they are the winds
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of a daytime dream
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from the land where shadow gleam
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in silent tears I wish to close my eyes
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and the world leave behind without goodbyes
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But so it shall not be
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and that I have always known
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for on the tree of grief
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my fruit has grown
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An Evil Shade Of Grey
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Cemetary |