| A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
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| So tired, so restless under an ominous light
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| I found myself in thoughts of dying
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| Shivering in bitter dismay
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| I see you there; |
| and I wonder why
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| The silence does not break
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| Away, please turn away
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| In my dreams you haunt me still
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| Come, please come my way
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| In my life I need you still
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| The morrow-winds shall blow no more
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| So many pale moons ago;
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| A flower of death did grow
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| A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
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| So tired, so restless under an ominous light
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| You find yourself in thoughts of dying
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| Shivering in bitter dismay
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| I see you there; |
| and I wonder why
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| The silence does not break
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| Away, please turn away
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| In my dreams you haunt me still
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| Come, please come my way
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| In my life I need you still
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| To blossom in the deepest of black
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| And thus we die to flower again
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| «I keep your memory near my heart
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| My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star
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| Till long life over, I too depart
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| To the infinite night where perhaps you are»
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| (Lawrence Hope 1865−1904)
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| A rupture through the dirty glass
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| Cutting myself to behold another spring
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| So I became the exile, unable to (sustain) love
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| Smiling at death and unite with my solitude
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| To finally turn the blooded page
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| I pray these tears will end soon
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| But you just left my lying here
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| I wasn’t ready for the world…
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| Still, I was thrown in there |