| You cannot hide from a grace already perceived
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| That’s a fierce grace indeed
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| And you cannot hide a tree this is growing
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| Valiantly stretching for the stars
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| Angels weep as they count your scars
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| These rivers of blood
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| Fields scorched to ask
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| Lament of life: A love-song
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| We all share our sorrows
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| In light suspended
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| Smiling at the ever dying sun
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| Flakes of snow are melting
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| On the top of your eyes
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| Shedding heaven’s stars
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| The tracks we left
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| Almost buried now
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| This is a beautiful place
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| Here Cassiel wedded winter
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| So man could grieve
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| So man could see
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| These trees are dark and old
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| In solitude unified
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| Licking the ground, tasting the rough
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| Cold wind, so man could breathe
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| There’s no masquerade in your silence
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| Just pages filled of Winter
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| The seeds of ascendance are hiding
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| Let’s drench the hours
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| These wastelands of dusk
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| Oceans bled and barren
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| Lament of life: A love-song
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| The only death awoken
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| A fear transcendence
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| Keeps us from the rapture of one
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| And the blood of the sphere
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| It emptied their mouths
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| Drowning the world
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| Hammer me as pillars
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| Veiled from creation unchanging
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| Patching the holes and the cracks
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| Tightening the rope around your necks
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| And we see mankind aimlessly breeding
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| Desperately bleeding
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| Erasing you, erasing me from here
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| So tired, so tired
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| I need to feel the freezing blue
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| Leave me here
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| Let the coming of spring
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| Carry me back to earth
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| Leave me here |