| Arise before auroral fire
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| Through the stone and thuja spires
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| Toward the gardens landing
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| Where petals aureate fire
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| All the groves still speak their names
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| Clarion echoes in effulgent flame
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| Violets so cold and abating
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| As cruel winds have come
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| To repose them from life
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| I’ve been alive for all these years
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| Counting the stars as they grow ever near
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| By empyrean dawn aflame
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| Sidereal light moves in my name
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| Crown me and speak my name
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| Come with me, far from here
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| Do you remember when Gods were still here?
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| Not lost in the depths of the brackens green
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| Or the sorrows of yesteryear
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| In the gardens of their hyacinths
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| We still find them near
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| Disconsolate cries
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| From the groves that lay forsaken
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| Marrying the pulse and the spirit
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| Of all that would have them awaken
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| Altars abandoned
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| Everlasting fountains of light |