| Life is coming in and out of me
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| All foretime was just a sleep
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| What’s for real, nothing but
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| This moment: splendent, wisping loveliness…
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| There, above the monumental
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| Clouds of grey
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| I yell, but no sound
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| Aeon echoes
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| Silence grimly starts to dement
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| Termination from the start
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| Withal hearsecloth did us part
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| Mercifully, oh deep in my mind I
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| Still need you, in any form
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| Leave me be.
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| No, don’t void me!
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| We must away together, for we…
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| . |
| Keep in mind, for we were the same
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| night of tongues and flame
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| Surfeited with pleasures and pains,
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| With carnal flesh, cold remains
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| Wish to vomit out them all
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| From my life, my body,
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| My soul
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| Run away from this place
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| May my heart lie in the snow,
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| Trembling
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| For it is my misery, my wormwood
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| And the gall |