| As the delicate nightsky once again dies
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| The mist of dawn brought ruin and demise
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| Darkness dissolves, every dream withdraws;
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| Returning into a world of shallowness and lies
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| This world is helpless…
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| I descend… I flee
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| To sympathize for their souls;
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| You have to humanize me Still the waning sun bleeds upon paradise…
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| On the morrow of war it shall not rise
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| This world is helpless…
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| I descend… I flee
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| To sympathize for their souls;
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| You have to humanize me Among the deficient humankind I’m concealed,
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| A sad and fragile world never to be healed
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| My expression of grief towards the horizon wails,
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| Alone and aimless on the oceans of sadness I sail
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| «O, miserable sun, consign I will not
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| I shall not conjureth a false identity o' my kind…
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| And thy lights dost not err noctural lovers affection
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| Pure love flies in the night,
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| When thou hast sunken beneath god’s shameful world;
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| Hiding in shame, while my spirit remains
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| My cradle will wock in e’ery place where lovers mourn,
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| Where night feeds ye troth of longing within every fallen star»
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| Here alone in this neverending maze…
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| In the midst of everything there’s but a void to embrace
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| Never have I suffered as this within,
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| Never has a greater woe in me assailed
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| See the angels' cry…
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| In the eyes of mine
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| See the angels' cry…
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| In the eyes of mine |