My black, feathered breast
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Unto comes o'er mast & sail
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Look upon a broken site
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Torn apart through wind & hail
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Lead me to the chaos of water
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As I reveal myself to you
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A fall from God is a blessing unknown
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It's rivers deep from which I drew
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Where is the burning city?
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Great Naples, it's kings alone
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A hunger roared and reared
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A fool suffers in Rome
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Mon enfant, prends patience,
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Bientot la nuit tombera.
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Dors, si tu peux,
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Et reve de pays merveilleux.
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The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
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| My Dying Bride |
