| The moon and stars were the gifts he hid
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| And wonderous benefits of golden dawns
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| Cornucopias of lingering spring showers
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| All this in the trench coat of Mariana
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| The fabric lies torn
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| Hate cloak
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| Secrets hide in the linings
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| Of the hate cloak
|
| Peering from beneath the layers
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| Fantasize your ghost
|
| Invoke the drastic spells
|
| Lifelong addicts of exile and gloom
|
| The fabric lies torn
|
| Hate cloak
|
| Secrets hide in the linings
|
| Of the hate cloak
|
| The fabric lies torn
|
| Hate cloak
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| Then you see a pile of worlds approaching
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| A new and fearsome light that makes you cry
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| You that sow your cloak of hate in darkness
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| Tread carefully, now it’s your time to fly
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| The moon and stars were the gifts he hid
|
| And wonderous benefits of golden dawns
|
| Cornucopias of lingering spring showers
|
| All this in the trench coat of Mariana
|
| The fabric lies torn
|
| Hate cloak
|
| Secrets hide in the linings
|
| Of the hate cloak
|
| Peering from beneath the layers
|
| Fantasize your ghost
|
| Invoke the drastic spells
|
| Lifelong addicts of exile and gloom |