| Like a drapery falling downward
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| The dark spreads out in exquisite elegance
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| Melancholy reaching climax
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| Betimes you feel its wraith in all the elements
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| Aflame, the heavens seem to burn now untamed
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| While the earth is clad in a luscious blueish dress
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| Ignite, these candles need to burn now
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| The night unveils its echoing spook of death!
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| We are the kindred of the sunset
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| We are to fade!
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| We seem like a blackened silhouette
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| We are the children of the sunset!
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| We know we are
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| To burn a blaze of night ahead
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| We are the kindred of the sunset!
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| We are the children of the sunset!
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| We are to fade, we seem…
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| We know, we are to burn…
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| Nocturnal haze is coming forth
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| A ghost devouring my secrecies
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| Gliding over fields as mist
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| Wailing grievously
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| Extinct, the heavens seem to burn no more
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| The earth is clad in a funeral dress
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| Elapse, the hourglass got turned once more
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| So pleased we sip the elixir of death
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| We are the kindred of the sunset
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| We are to fade!
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| We seem like a blackened silhouette
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| We are the children of the sunset!
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| We know we are
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| To burn a blaze of night ahead
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| We are the children of the sunset!
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| We are the kindred of the sunset!
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| A blackened silhouette! |