| We said that life would find a way
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| Through this echoing decay
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| Forming into time
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| Slow, you’ll take my hand in yours-
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| Silken linen, soft embrace
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| Will I hear and watch the raging fires
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| Come closer every day?
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| Skin caresses silk
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| We built an endless line
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| United in everlasting sleep
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| A thousand eyes watching our fate
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| Enshrouding us with dead leaves
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| The collection slips away
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| Drunk on the fear that crushed to silence
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| As I strain for the fading whispers of my soul
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| Ash rises from the ancient terror
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| And the leaves are blazing out of our control
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| Dancing in the void
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| Air and space between
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| Traveling through time to worlds unseen
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| White and purple fire
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| Entwined in cosmic lust
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| And we will slowly crumble to dust
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| Dust scatters all around
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| Now enveloping our world of steel and feathers
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| And the wind that whips up from the ocean tide
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| Atmospheric nights
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| We’ll watch the deepest blue arising
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| And strangling ancient
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| Time fades away and crumbles to the sea
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| Into the murky depths of the gaping abyss
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| Smoke fills my chest
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| Scared to begin, a voice offers bliss
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| Darkness descends, musky and warm
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| Heavy as wood and sweet as the dawn
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| Ash falls like rain, covering our lips
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| Bleaching our eyes and fingertips
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| We said that life would find a way
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| But we faded into grey |