| White summer, so far I have gone to see you again
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| Hiding your face in the palm of your hands
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| Finding solace in the words I do despise
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| You snatch at every sound
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| And even though you believe that I am shackled within death
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| Memories are tainted with paleness
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| Crestfallen still, those eyes, empty like a barren well
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| It was the only task I would undertake
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| To reap the harvest that was mine
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| The seed that had sprung into a florid meadow
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| And left me helpless in your embrace
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| The bond we never spoke of, once stark and enticing
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| Now slowly smoldering to dust
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| The celestial touch, from grey to black
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| A fathomless void enclosing
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| Unwritten secrets beneath the cobwebs
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| I can not endure
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| And so I rose from my sleep
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| The moon turned away its face
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| Overture of the long, black night begins…
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| Something you said: «Eerie circles upon the waters»
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| Until now we have shared the same aura
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| My ashes within your hands
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| My breath in the sepulchral mound
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| You know that your night is my day
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| The final spark that blew life into me
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| The DEMON OF THE FALL |