| Fade away, my love
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| Under painful clay
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| Deep in the desert
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| Where no mortal’s ever set foot
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| There she is lain
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| With a rose in her mouth and her hand
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| Into the voidness
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| Her sandy hair without colour, for good?
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| I’ve been praying, Lord
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| Since she’s left me
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| So all alone in the darkness
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| Guardian made of stone
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| Won’t you answer
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| My prayers for her coming home
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| My dear, please speak to me
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| Beloved, answer me
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| Give me a sign to rely on
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| I know you still hear me
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| Even you cannot see me
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| On my knees, don’t deny me
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| Lifeless womb
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| Her grave, a pyramidal tomb
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| Crying and praying
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| That her leaving the light was no end
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| Then it awoke
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| After hours and days
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| And then spoke the rose made of stone
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| «Who loves shall be never alone.»
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| I’ve been praying, Lord
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| Since she’s left me
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| So all alone in the darkness
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| Guardian made of stone
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| Gave me answers to
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| My prayers for her coming home
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| My dear, she spoke to me
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| Beloved, answered me
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| Gave me a sign to rely on
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| I know you still hear me
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| Singing sad melodies
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| For this rose-water's accompany |