| Is solace a hopeless crusade
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| The grandeur of a raping plague
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| A portrait that is best forgotten
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| Bed of fire for the dying orphans
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| Is there a bridge for the endless mote?
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| A river for the arid throat?
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| A sun for the winter flower?
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| A knight in the weeping hour?
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| The poison sails on ships with pain my veins have never known
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| My eyes have seen the glory of the antidote
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| A love lifted, the curse has left its birthplace
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| Romance me, Ransom me
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| A love lifted, in paradise remember me
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| Romance me, Ransom me
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| The idol that birthed betrayal
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| Where eulogies have littered the trail
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| A song that is sung with a forked tongue
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| Blackballed by the angels
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| And we’re dropping like flies
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| An assault to the eyes
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| Spraying death in every direction
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| This infection’s a torrential tide
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| Amazing, sweet mercy, romance me, ransom me |