| I dream of a cursed adyton
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| Where the springs once sang
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| Their songs resounding
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| In haunted timber and joyful birds
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| Their voice is now silent
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| Quelled by the ages
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| And now there is a stillness
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| An air so familiar
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| A palpable curse
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| In the boughs of the timber
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| Watching shadows dance
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| Over the pools mirror
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| There the light is cast
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| And her face becomes clearer
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| In the depths of the water
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| A dulcet voice beckons
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| Deep in the Earth
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| Are the colours of the heavens
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| We once left our bodies upon a mountain
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| With calloused hands and blisters
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| Emerging through the alpine torrents
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| Falling into dusk as sisters
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| You were like those vespertine flowers
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| And I only knew you in their hours
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| When we bask in this dream
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| Our wills fall silent beneath the wells of this world
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| Absence and scars are all we know
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| Lone keening cries of the fauna
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| Carry through the woods as a curse
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| Crestfallen birds descend here
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| And are the first to answer their call
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| How is the air still yielding while these fires glow?
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| We stare towards our descent below
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| Into the traces of eternity waiting |