| Gathering the flora of previous night
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| Drawing the curtain with the dawning light
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| Scattering new seeds for a broaching day
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| With my chiming wings I tempt my own decay
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| See my equine wane
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| And how I reclaim the morning haze
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| Watch me following my own failing
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| My own yearning for ravage
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| There was a light inside the tide
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| I have been waiting for the clarity of humanity
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| There was a dream within the night
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| To feel the blight it’s just a burden of divinity
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| When there’s sway
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| Advantage is the only way
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| For a warm thought
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| They took from this staggering morrow fay
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| There was a light inside the tide
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| I have been waiting for the clarity of humanity
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| There was a dream within the night
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| To feel the blight it’s just a burden of divinity
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| Sun and moon to fall apart
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| World to follow, how bizarre
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| God and men like strong and weak
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| Decadence just at its peak
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| There was a light inside the tide
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| I have been waiting for the clarity of humanity
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| There was a dream within the night
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| To feel the blight it’s just a burden of divinity |