| I cross myself and kneel down
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| The flame I lit sheds white light on her face
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| Angel’s trumpets
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| What should I forget?
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| Mysterium Tremendum
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| Numinous Delirium
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| Mydriasis Photophobia
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| Ferox Intoxication
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| Morta holding the thread taut
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| Your shears steely and so bright
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| Are all I can hear
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| Cutting the years I’ve left
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| But I am endless with
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| No whisper of death
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| I cross myself and kneel down
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| The blood drips down her face
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| Angel’s trumpets
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| What should I forget
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| Rinse my veins utterly the river Lethe
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| I choose oblivion and i am free
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| Open my eyes I chant Your name
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| Pray that I’ll remember who I am
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| My thread taut
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| I am bound to a world that is wrought
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| With guilt and indecision
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| Crippling choice
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| Too much revision
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| Til now in this moment
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| I will choose to remember
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| Every face of every person
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| Who brought me agony
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| I recall and yearn for the time that
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| We sailed through those days immortal
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| A sunrise just around the bend
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| I sing of the past but am
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| Finding it so hard not to cry
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| Do you remember
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| The River Lethe gently calls
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| And to her depths my spirit falls
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| In her sweet waters I forget
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| This life of deep regret
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| Perhaps this river will pull me to the sea |