| Silence falls from its sleepless slumber
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| The night breeze falls to the dawn
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| Soundless, solemn, sun broken sky
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| Cried her dirges forlorn;
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| Through winding paths
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| White cold wrath burnt frozen blood
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| I long to writhe in your splendid exaltation
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| Let hands slither down your watery embasquement
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| And arouse the sleeping seraph, from certain mortal slumber
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| Wherein its treasures of inception, become a handbook for the dead
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| What doth lie behind the darkness of the closed eye?
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| From where doth the sun draw it’s flames?
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| Answers float in circles, questions dissolve in light
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| 1000 years of peace after, 10,000 years of misery
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| Arc of the angels, hewn by the sunlight dawn
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| Divine crescent burning black, shower the heavens and the earths
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| Kindle the flame, Upon deaths and upon births. |