| As the funeral dirge solemnly plays
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| A grave ravaged by time
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| With one decaying rose
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| Laying subtly on top of the cracked earth
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| Alone in a cemetery of benevolence
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| Death by ones own hand
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| Gives them this curse
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| When dusk breathes it’s last breath
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| And the eerie dirge fades
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| A melancholic apparition appears
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| Sitting in sorrow
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| Waiting to pass the other side
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| Forever bound here
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| Longing for that which will never come
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| And when the dawn bleeds in
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| Fading back to nothingness
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| Till dusk breathes again
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| The nights so empty
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| The nights so lonely
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| Haunting in sadness |