| In the silent views of the night
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| When souls are filled with sorrow
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| I thought that day had been a dream
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| A dream within a nightmare
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| To keep an eye on the flowers
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| Over their magical presence
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| A voice from the past cries now
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| And all its days are trances
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| I felt her once…, once only
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| I must not say how much it was
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| Beneath the silvery moonlight
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| Gave out in return for the love light
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| The pearly lustre of the moon went down
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| Smelled no more her rose scent
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| It smiled and died since she departed
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| The heart of the shadowflower…
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| Slided away Shadowflower
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| In the silent views of the night
|
| When souls are filled with sorrow
|
| I thought that day had been a dream
|
| A dream within a nightmare
|
| To keep an eye on the flowers
|
| Over their magical presence
|
| A voice from the past cries now
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| And all its days are trances
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| Her shadow gave me sigh for sigh
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| When deep black clouds are forming
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| Less bright are the stars in the moonlight
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| Which I worship in the sky
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| The pearly lustre of the moon went down
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| Smelled no more her rose scent
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| It smiled and died since she departed
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| The heart of the shadowflower…
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| Slided away Shadowflower |