| Stumble through the night
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| Rushed like a refugee
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| So fast will raise the tide
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| Into her eternity
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| Above a cruel smile
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| And among her pale devise
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| And my sense so paralysed
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| And the faint is passing by
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| In the quiet
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| The time will change it
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| For a while
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| Will rule the cruelty your sense
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| Not a lie
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| If I crave it
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| Past a while
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| My untold passions fade away
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| The cold is open wide
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| Her pinions for embrace then
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| And now I have to hide …
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| For the claws of the ferrymen
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| Above a cruel smile
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| And among her pale devise
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| And my sense so paralysed
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| And the faint is passing by |