| Our tears are drying on the stony lips.
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| I pray for you, embrace me one last time.
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| This world will leave us. |
| Follow me into the slipping
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| Bliss — to disappear within refined crime.
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| The road to nowhere blessed the night of final sleep.
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| We’ll not wake up here anymore.
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| The realm of dreams will be our shelter, lost and deep.
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| Dark labyrinth without Salvation’s door…
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| Unseen Artist Realm plays with our fates.
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| The morning will not come for us.
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| We are withered flowers at Oblivion’s gates.
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| Burnt out, fallen stars…
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| The pictures of our future are covered with snow.
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| Oh, cruel artist, who inspires you?
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| Our dreams fade away in memories of evening glow.
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| The Grief, which no one ever knew…
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| Where sleepless wild wind roams,
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| Where mothers swaddle stones,
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| I resurrect your call.
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| Where wreaths of lover' hearts
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| Float into whirpool’s arms,
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| We arise and fall… |