Sunlight shines
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On the clothes that lay on a chair
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A desk covered in clutter
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The floor covered in hair
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It shines on a figure, so thin and frail
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It shines on his skin, so sick and pale
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It shines on the wall, where for so long
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I have stared
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Breaking the spell of authentic despair
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As my eyes come into focus
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I turn to face to face the room
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The movement from the sheets creates a breeze
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Sweeps the dust from its place
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It so quietly swarms
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And hangs in the air
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It shines in the light
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And makes me aware
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Death is looming in here
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And it’s getting to you
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Under dust, over time
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It has been burying you
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It now stirs up the room
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As it enters my sight
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Rising up from the dark
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From the surface it lies
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As if hinting to me
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To choose day over night
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To leave all of this dark
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And seek the warmth of the light
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Outside this room where my life wastes away
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Her priorities lie
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In collecting corks from bottles she plans to make into things
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Intro: The Looming Of Dust In The Dark (& The Illumination)
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| Woods Of Ypres |
