| Death like, pale graceful ballet
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| In silence drawing near
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| For a second mere
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| Forlorn silhouettes For an instant there
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| Only to disappear, forever changing all
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| And the few that see, and still believe
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| Sweet, painful, fragile
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| Dreams…
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| A haven of chaos
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| So scarred and so alone
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| Walking dead
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| Lost in streets unknown
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| We were once the invisible ones
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| Those that spoke and no one heard
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| Ghosts dancing in silver lit nights
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| And never to return to this world
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| Ivory and dye
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| Delicate porcelain
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| Calm these façades
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| Lost in rain relentless
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| The brilliant and shining few
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| Who once drowned amongst the grey
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| Spite the pain and whipping rain
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| Chose to walk these lesser travelled ways
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| Away!
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| Walking down this road
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| Many its winding turns
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| A barren scar of stone
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| Though all that stings and hurts
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| Walk on to new rivers
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| The ones of old ran dry
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| Their barren depths unveiled
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| Crystal streams fell prey to the hands of time
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| Days and nights go by, one by one
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| Like water slipping through tired fingers
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| Precious gems stolen from idle hands
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| Small pieces of the sun, now lost
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| Adrift in eternal darkness
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| Breathing in the gloom
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| Walking darkened gardens
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| Where only shadows bloom
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| Oh, this world looks so different now
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| A little more dies with every passing day
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| Every minute steals a color
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| Flawing beauty in all ways
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| Memories start to dither, one by one
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| Dreams fall to splinters, one by one
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| Seems like I am dying
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| No air for these lungs
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| It feels like I am dying
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| So far from home
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| Beneath the celestial canopy
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| Angel wings and demon seeds
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| Beneath the celestial canopy
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| The legions march with me
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| We walk the boulevard black
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| Across these fields of grey
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| Like ghost adrift in gloom
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| In search for other ways
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| A place where we belong
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| We walk down boulevard black
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| An endless row of souls
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| And we are marching home
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| We walk down Boulevard so black
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| An endless stream of time
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| This finite march called life
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| We walk down Boulevard so black
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| This overflow into the unknown
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| Back to where we came from
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| Praised be those of silence
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| The blood tainted ivory innocence
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| Praised be those that differ
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| Blessed be the children of the fall
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| Those that walk the boulevard black
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| The legions of the left hand avenue
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| An ode to the fallen
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| An ode to for the lost
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| An ode to the stranded
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| To those that still burn
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| All of the chains are splintered
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| Those that woke are walking, fairlight
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| All of my dreams are dead now
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| All golden lies are lead now
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| All of my angels have fallen
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| We walk this earth like ghosts
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| All of my angels are fallen
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| All of my angels are beautiful
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| Sing to me oh you sweet bleeding planet
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| Sing to us that walk your ruins
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| Sing to us for our words are dead
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| Sing to us for their world is dead to us
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| An ode for the thinning breed of angels
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| For their crimson lips and tangled feathers
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| Majestic wings are spread climbing the sun
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| One for the reason in reasoning no more
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| Walking down this road
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| Many its winding turns
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| A barren scar of stone
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| Though all that stings and hurts
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| And we are like fire flies
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| Boldly daring the night
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| And we dance for a radiant while
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| Born to drift out of time…
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| But for a second mere we glared
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| For an instant we were there
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| Before the last grain of sand fell
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| No tears as I bid thee fare well…
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| We walk down Boulevard so black
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| An endless stream of time
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| This finite march called life
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| We walk down Boulevard so black
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| This overflow into the unknown
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| Back to where we came from
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| We walk down boulevard black
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| Across these fields of grey
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| Like ghost adrift in gloom
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| In search for other ways
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| A place where we belong
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| We walk the boulevard black
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| An endless row of souls
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| And we are marching home
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| We are like fire flies
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| Boldly daring the night
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| And we dance for a radiant while
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| Born to drift out of time…
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| But for a second mere we glared
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| For a shining instant we were there
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| Before the last grain of sand fell
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| No tears as I bid thee fare well…
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| At the end of a black boulevard |