Autumn, the Beautiful: - Is it raining, dear child, where dost thou wander now? Is it raining once again, or is it only thy tears? Sweet innocence, no longer a passion within their eyes… Ablaze with thy fury of denial and tainted dreams. Chorus: …now see what lies beneath this mask. Benevolence Unmasked: Why do these gentle teardrops endlessly mock me? The pureness of simplicity as my only true companion. For it shall be there for me always; even when I am no more. This, a paradise for fools, stained black with tears of blood. from mine eyes so empty Their glimmer hath faded with the sullen kiss and piercing caress of a century. Oh, how this mirror lies to me!… Autumn, the Beautiful: …the voices that haunt us evermore only this euphoria of suffering remains. Wisdom: In silence I scream out for one existence; faithless wanderers as my children take not from me this image of frailty, but give unto a glimpse of the beauty lost beneath the scars upon my faith and my freedom, my passion, my pain.
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