Falling, falling into the hole
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Starfall, starfall-to the horizon
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This hateful imperfection on her eyes
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They swell like orient pearls
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Why should they stay?
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Pressed by love to go
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You don't speak as you think
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it cannot be!
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Your vows to her and me
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How shall we find the concord
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of your night and day
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And I go, oh spite, oh hell,
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to vows that would consis
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of the wind
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So sorrow's heaviness
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does heavier grow
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Give me your hands of we be friends
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Oh peace will not harbour me
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since night's swift dragons
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cut the skies
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Night and silence, are you there?
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Weeds of chillness he does wear
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So awake when I'm gone
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To heaven's breaking fields I come
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My Worldly Task Is Done
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| Darkseed |
