| I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of the dark and never-ending sea,
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| on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with his own skeleton for me …
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| («…bring us a goat and we’ll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain …»)
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| I sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned staring across from some distant
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| shore, and in my sadness I drew closer, to condole and somewhat to implore …
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| I am like the doubtful kiss of a corpse or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone.
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| Yes, it’s like kissing some marble statue that has neither warmth nor life of its own…
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| («…down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, on the cell where your
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| love might be found …»)
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| COVER THE MIRRORS, FRAGILE HAS DIED, LEAVING BUT A STARLESS RUIN BEHIND!
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| SHATTER THE MIRRORS, SO THAT HE CAN NEVER BE CALLED BACK FROM THE BLESSED
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| SILENCE OF HIS SCARED VAULT …
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| No, no, no…- put an end to the show! |
| I am going back to the land where the
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| bone-flowers grow, to «the wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime,
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| out of Space — out of Time»…
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| See the shape, but can’t see through, no-one can ever hate me as well as I do.
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| Know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile, whatever the intention.
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| .- I’m such a «friendly"lie!
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| («…bring us only this goat and we’ll lead you to him, it shall open the gates,
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| so we can sneak you in…»)
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| «Bring us a goat and we’ll show you the way straight through the realm of the
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| fallen and slain. |
| Down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound,
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| on to the cell, where your love might be found … Bring us only this goat and
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| we’ll lead you to him, it will open the gates, so we can sneak you in.
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| Oh, it’s cold and so dark here, and you must keep in mind, no-one can get you
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| out, if you overstep time!!!» |