Playing the solitaire
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Solitaire, solitaire
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Backwards I'm covering miles along
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A war I'm battling alone
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Against waves during a storm
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Against golden oceans of grain
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Between the bluebells and the sand
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I'm arid and backhand
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I feel impurest empty
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Forlorn, sharpened tempty
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Samaritan where I belong
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I have been crowned grey inside
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This night is never ending
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Pitch black, hell descending
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Gathering into the abyss
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I am the enslaved solitaire
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Midnight the candle sputters slow
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Illuminates my sins and sakes
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As the winter leaves its wakes
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Starwards, back to back with
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My unconscious fear to face the truth
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But tonight I'll come for you
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At first glance I'll belong to you
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At second hand you will taste my irrelevance
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At last you will feel my solitude
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And you will walk away
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I feel impurest empty
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Forlorn, sharpened tempty
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Samaritan where I belong
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I have been crowned grey inside
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This night is never ending
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Pitch black, hell descending
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Gathering into the abyss
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I am the enslaved solitaire
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The third is the sympathetic age
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And then you will finally have fear
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At last you will feel my solitude
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And it will be too late
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I feel impurest empty
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Forlorn, sharpened tempty
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Samaritan where I belong
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I have been crowned grey inside
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This night is never ending
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Pitch black, hell descending
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Gathering into the abyss
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I am the enslaved solitaire
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I am the enslaved solitaire
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The Solitaire
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| Elvenking |
