For those who’ve heard the bells ringing
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For those who’ve felt my gazing eyes
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I am what you call a dream
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To whom I draw the line of sanity
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To furthest hill I long my tears (to fall)
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Til my soul leaves this poignant world
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To be what is one with the night
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“I am what is your inmost might”
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For who has seen those windswept flowers
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For who has held the rarest rose
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I shall crown him as the king to be
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While his servants laments shall be my wine
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“I am what will forever be”
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In blood that is written
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From the wounds of your pale skin
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To join those who have risen
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“I am eternally lost in the winds of oblivion”
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In portraits of shadowed life
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I saw her embraced by the light
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A light which you shall never see
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For you are what is forlorned
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Forlorned shall never be
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Just a pale mourning of those forgotten
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Filled with sorrow drowned in my endless tears
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Under the stars of the nightly sky
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I have wept a thousand times
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In my bitter sadness
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I can now see the beauty in death
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As I vanished to forever sleep
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I saw the angels that wept
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…I saw the angels of death…
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In Portraits Of Shadowed Life
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| Faerghail |
