| See the snow and the red flowers in the fall
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| Strains of marble on the angel with crying eyes
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| Passing shadows in the fire of the last room
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| And like spectres wrap around the ashen sky
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| Distant words and the last island is now near
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| Like a Bocklin’s picture now the sea is quiet
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| He is Christ and she is Christ
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| And near the cross
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| They are angels falling in the silent sky
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| Touch my body for an instant in this dawn
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| Touch the stone, it’s cold like the heart of your church
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| And if you can feel something special in your tears
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| Remember, ghosts like me are roses for your years
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| Because the black names will return
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| To drown the roses of your dreams
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| Because the stigmata are bleeding
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| Over the sanctuaries of the rain
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| And if you can’t forget the pain of this return
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| It doesn’t matter, now the time is not your friend
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| Remember all you want remember if you want
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| And no one scream and no one tear could give me life
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| Touch my body for an instant in this dawn
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| Touch the stone, it is cold like the heart of your church
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| And if you can feel something special in your tears
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| Remember, ghosts like me are roses for your years
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| And all the gates of the cemetery
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| Are closed forever on your reasons
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| Only mercy’s eyes will shine
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| Over the dark lights of your treason |