| The winds of a dying dream, a tempest unveiled
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| Once again arcane rain fell — cold, sorrowful and so frail
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| O, those weeping times, all of my life’s a lie
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| An endless torrent of anguished tears' o behold my cry
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| The affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedy
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| Lachrymose is the light — touching the buried again
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| O, this scenery of loss always present within me
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| Afar into the obscure I wish I now could soar
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| Even though he stole my pride — I stand above his lies
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| Even though I oceans cried — and sailed them far and wide
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| …my star shall ever shine
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| Drifting endlessly deep in darkened streams;
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| The inharmonious looms
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| In my doleful ocean lies the love I’ve lost…
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| …for heaven, my sorrow
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| Devour my soul as I enter the dark and cold
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| Fallen from heaven’s domains — god’s vengeance unfolds
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| This scenery of loss, a ruined empire of dismay;
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| A pathway of decay leading afar and always astray
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| Even though he stole my pride — I stand above his lies
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| Even though I oceans cried — and sailed them far and wide…
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| …my star shall ever shine
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| «Homage he has from all — but non from me…
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| I battle it against him, as I battled in highest heaven — through all eternity
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| And the unfathomable gulfs of hades, and the interminable reals of space
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| And the infinity of endless ages… all, all, will I dispute» |