One week have passed, my weary widow
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- Perfume for the harbour-boat
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Relieve me from your neck of marble
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Release me when your limbs afloat
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Follow yours and catch the diamonds
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Before all hell reveals to thee
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I cannot strive for understanding
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As there is nothing more for me
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I will never feel one moments sadness
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For the days we never shared
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As I have left the grip of changes
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With you, my everlasting madness
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Titan Transcendence
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| In the Woods |
