| There’s a distant black horizon
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| Which appears from the misty fields
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| Bidding farewell to this journey
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| To the end of another quiet day
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| Whilst embracing the icy shadows
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| Flickering slowly from the hand
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| Enchanting whispers drown me
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| Into a plane of static sleep
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| Dreaming of crossing a passage
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| To find myself desolate
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| Dead birds' wings final flutter
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| And no more will they ever sing
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| There’s a distant black horizon
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| Which appears from the misty fields
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| The ground is cursed and barren
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| Where eternal cold winds blow
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| Oblivion
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| Springing lik autumn flowers
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| Forever in this gardn of darkness
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| Where hope lays silent
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| Pale figures coming forth crawling
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| From the grey haze of their torment
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| Into a bleak world of solitude
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| Where the sun will never rise again
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| Enchanting whispers drown me
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| Into a plane of static sleep
|
| Dreaming of crossing a passage
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| To find myself desolate
|
| Dead birds' wings final flutter
|
| And no more will they ever sing
|
| There’s a distant black horizon
|
| Which appears from the misty fields
|
| Dead birds' wings final flutter
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| And no more will they ever sing |