| Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog
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| The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before
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| This day wept on my shoulders
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| Still the same as yesterday
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| This path seems endless, body is numb
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| The soul has lost its flame
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| Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home
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| So there I was
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| Within the sobriety of the immortals
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| A semblance of supernatural winds passing through
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| The garden sighs, flowers die
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| The gate was closed that day, but I was bound to carry on
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| She could not see me through the windows
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| In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips
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| Graven face, she said my name
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| Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour
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| The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise
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| And I cried, I knew she had lied
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| Her obsession had died, it had died
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| When can I take you from this place?
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| When is the word but a sigh?
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| When is death our lone beholder?
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| When do we walk the final steps?
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| When can we scream instead of whisper?
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| When is the new beginning
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| The end of this sad MADRIGAL |