| A, mundus facit nos redire, redire ad secessum.
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| Spesne aliquando veniat animis tenebrosis quae solae ambulant.
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| Hear my silent prayer as I weep tonight!
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| Dawn gets greyer, thou hast taken flight!
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| Love abandons the soil, leaves a shade…
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| It whispers 'goodbye' as we quietly fade… away!
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| Lacrimae ex oculis meis fluunt,
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| sed crepusculum fletum meum tranquillat.
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| Please, give us wings to fly!
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| Without love our world dies… it dies!
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| To drown in the cold mournful sea…
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| So lost here in a world not meant to be… for me!
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| The fading moon cries in vain,
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| as the rising sun reflects my pain.
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| We sail on seas of guilt and shame,
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| but still we feed this love-lost flame… with hope!
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| Hear my silent weeping as I pray tonight…
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| Night grows colder, but I see a new light.
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| Beautiful night, to thee we pray;
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| Let the truest of love come our way!
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| Beautiful night, to thee we pray;
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| Let all the illusions just wither away! |