| So soon the moon will come unfold her robe of constellations
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| And for a time the night was mine in endless fascination
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| But now she brings me only shadows and a host of memories
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| Marching on
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| Endlessly
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| Like a ghostly brigade
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| Marching on — Doomed parade
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| But now she’s gone away (She was here)
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| Forever, I’m afraid (She was real)
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| No longer shall the night, from the sun
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| Provide its blessed shade
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| I saw her with my eyes (She was real)
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| I touched her with my hands (She was here)
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| Right here in this room it was She whispered in my ear
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| Lost forever… to hell
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| Here is a wound, To go with your uniform
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| Here is a message, you’ll never forget
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| Back in your tomb, reaping your true reward
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| The path you have chosen, you’ll learn to regret
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| «Sleep, angel sleep
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| Be not a ghost trapped in the light
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| Be as the day, and pass away
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| Into the night.»
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| The night moves like a glacier, slow and cold
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| Yet rage takes over as I see the plan unfold
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| So that’s your game, to take away the only friend I? |
| ve ever made
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| In this place
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| How we laughed
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| At the ghostly brigade
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| Marching on — Doomed parade
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| I must say I’m impressed
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| Such cruelty in a jest
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| The depth of your malevolence, the fools would never guess |