| My eyes turn black as pitch
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| My gaze grows bleary and dull
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| Doze my prisoner if sleep
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| In my rooms, rimes with frost
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| My heart is frost and slow
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| It’s snowing in my soul
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| Empty, the halls of my heart
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| The candle burns, flicker and fade
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| I am gone with the autumn wind
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| I am come with the winter’s gloom
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| Murdered by the darts of light
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| Born of the great big blue
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| I am of the dream of life
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| I am come with the winter’s gloom
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| Oh the light of bygone time
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| Born of the great big blue
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| I’m crouched by the cradle of time
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| Hidden, by dark woods
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| Concealed by the roots of trees
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| Under a mount of moss
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| My heart is frozen and slow
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| It’s snowing, in my soul
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| Empty, the halls of my heart
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| The candle burns, flicker and fade
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| I am gone with the autumn wind
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| I am come with the winter’s gloom
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| Murdered by the darts of light
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| Born of the great big blue
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| I am of the dream of life
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| I am come with the winter’s gloom
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| Oh the light of bygone time
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| Born of the great big blue
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| I am of the stuff of stars
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| Of the light of bygone time
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| I am of the wish of death
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| I am of the dream of life |