| As midnights constellations
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| Gather from unnatural brilliance
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| Collecting the pieces
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| In which all burn
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| Within death’s darkly curtained halls
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| I’ve learned to know the desert ways
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| Whose wrath and hate i’ve sworn to tell
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| But sure with patience can bear
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| Alas, lessening from dazzled sight
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| Arose, midst the twilight pathways
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| As midnights constellations
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| Gather from unnatural brilliance
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| Where are they now
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| Lost, long gone by
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| Disguised as beings of light
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| Bear the grandeur with a disdainful smile
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| As the fire now is grown cold
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| Thought and form crumbling to dust
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| Seals up all in the rest
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| Yet what shadows they cast
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| As we tore ourselves asunder
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| We tore ourselves asunder
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| Ruined, emptied of virtue
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| Shattered and set free
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| Released from the pale
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| To ponder the darkness
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| As midnights constellations
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| Gather from unnatural brilliance
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| Where are they now
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| Lost, long gone by
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| Yet what shadows they cast
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| As we tore ourselves asunder
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| In the dead embers
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| All burn! |