Destiny marks your life
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With a knowing indie.
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The act of desire has walked on by.
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An ancient soul limps from your eyes
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It is just your [tear?] left to it.
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Flies lie dying on your soury lips
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And on young love's broken wings.
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And the stone that lets you drown
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You are not worth stopping for.
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The Earth,
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With all it's blessing
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And the endless [patterns?] of night.
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Lay a raft of gold for you
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My field here
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Is where we end.
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Of Sorry Eyes In March
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| My Dying Bride |
