This is a sad day here in the world of shades
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but even pain has its own beauty
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even pain can perform a lovely face.
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Blinding stream, double-edged,
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in an extra-terrestrial gloom,
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beautiful creation of steel
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grown in my barren womb...
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They way into the light will separate me from my flesh,
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myriads in their birth-giving red
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swimming forcefully through-out space.
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This darkest space is wide
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and the mountain is still so high,
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fly up my black little eyes
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and cross the frontiers that dare to define my life...
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No space too vast and surely no place too far,
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the groping sister feels that her eyes
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must be somewhere alive.
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So she is afraid of all the dwellers of the dark
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in their blindness they will never understand
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the tempting gift of sight.
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This place is cold, blindly she can feel
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the dead wind caressing the rocks
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from high above they come way down,
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these angels kissing our undead bodies to stone...
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Shadowsphere
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Sopor Aeternus |