The weary creak of my bones
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Exhausted voice, deathly tones
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Arms of lead, skin drawn right
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No longer a Princely sight
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Face is gaunt, pale and thin
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Bent and grey and full of sin
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Pass to me
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Wine and song
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For I'll be
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Soon long gone
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Cast me down, upon the dust
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My dry bones remain tombless
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From my life, a rose is grown
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Rains they come. The winds
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blow
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Winter haunts me
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Nowhere to flee
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Take me back. Young was I
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Within her arms we could fly
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Grey am I, and all alone
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I feel like I'm far from home
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Grace has fled here
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But He is so near
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In shadows lie
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My hopes of life
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Black wings fold me
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In their symphony
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Long the winter nights are
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Grace is so far
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Leaves they fall in time
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Drifting down in time
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Darkness comes, right on time
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Descend upon me
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Wings from above
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Goodbye to lie
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Farewell my love
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To Remain Tombless
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| My Dying Bride |
