There is a tragedy
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deep within this soul
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A dark aura
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made of stones of sadness
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and vast void of longing
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On songs of sorrows maiden
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the swans drown in grievance
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On silver waters springs
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This despair she sings;
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" In oaken chest they keep my grief
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Under the thousand tombstones
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lies a thousand dreams:"
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Forever lonely to wander
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these landscapes
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of the desperate dreams
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There is nothing
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that can fill the void of longing
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Immortalized by grief
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"In oaken chests
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we keep her dreams:
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binding her spirit onto earth"
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Binding Of The Spirit Onto Earth
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| Throes of Dawn |
