The eye ranged the room
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When I met my doom
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And the sands have run out
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The sky is overcast
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And my thoughts have ranged the past
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The sunset glow so crimson
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And when all is on the slope
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The parting hour of hope
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And a cone of rays awaits
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[Chorus]
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Whenever we mourn at the bed
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And pray for the soul of the dead
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Was there all said and done
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Under this pale sun
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The end of the matter's a tear
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A crushing blow so full of fear
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The darkest hour of day
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When you are gone and taken away
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Ivy-clad the bed
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Some dark clouds overhead
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I am at a loss of words
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The river draws to a close
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From source to sea it goes
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The eleventh hour's near
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[Chorus]
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Whenever we mourn at the bed
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And pray for the soul of the dead
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Was there all said and done
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Under this pale sun
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The end of the matter's a tear
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A crushing blow so full of fear
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The darkest hour of day
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When you are finally gone and taken away
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Taken Away
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