| Waking up on a moonlight meadow at night
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| A gentle breeze blowing like autumns first breath
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| Stumbling through the murk I explore the shades
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| Leaving all the past anxieties far behind
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| The celestial stars are shifting
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| As the grass starts to sway in the wind
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| Branches silently groaning around me
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| I’m standing in misery and woe
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| The rising haze
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| Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning
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| And so my will to live had died
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| Becoming a lone wayfarer, never to return
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| A fate condemned into the dark
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| Amongst the shadows I wander
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| Where only candles light my way
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| Throughout these endless fields of forsaken souls
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| Watch the lonely candle’s flame burning out
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| Still even in deepest despair there’s a spark of hope
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| I’m all alone seeing my veneration subside
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| Where solemn faces are edged upon hallowed soil
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| The rising haze
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| Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning
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| And so I became one with the wind
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| A wanderer seeking solace in the faraway
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| I hear the spirits dance around my memories in black
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| Laughing at my despair and tears
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| Carried away by the stormy gale
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| To fall like rain on distant shores
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| The rising haze
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| Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning
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| And so I am telling you this vagrant story
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| Of a restless soul unbound and free |