| It was me, peering through the looking-glass
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| Beyond the embrace of Christ
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| Like the secret face within the tapestry
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| Like a bird of prey over the crest
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| And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask
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| Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled
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| Emptiness followed by her wake
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| I could clasp her in undying love
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| Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine
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| She faced me in awe
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| 'Twas a token of ebony colour
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| Embodied in faint vapour
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| Wandering through April’s fire
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| Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you
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| I will endure, hide away
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| I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure
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| It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before
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| The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came
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| The forest folded its branches around me
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| Something passed by, and I went into a dream
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| She laughing and weeping at once: «take me away»
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| I don’t know how or why, I’ll never know WHEN |