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A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
so tired, so restless under an ominous light

I found myself in thoughts of dying,
Shivered in bitter dismay
I see you there; and I wonder why
the silence does not break

Away, please turn away.
In my dreams you haunt me still.
Come, please come my way.
In my life I need you still.

The morrow-winds shall blow no more
So many pale moons ago;
A flower of death did grow

A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
so tired, so restless under an ominous light

You found yourself in thoughts of dying,
shivering in bitter dismay,
I see you there; and I wonder why
the silence does not break

Away, you turned away.
In my dreams you haunt me still.
Come, please come my way.
In my life I need you still.

To blossom in the deepest of black,
And thus we die to flower again

I keep your memory near my heart,
My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,
Till long life over, I too depart
To the infinite night where perhaps you are.

A rapture through the dirty glass,
cutting myself to behold another spring

So I became the exile, unable to (sustain) love,
smiling at Death and unite with my solitude
to finally turn the blooded page

I pray these tears will end soon,
but you just left me lying here
I wasn't ready for the world...
still, I was thrown in there

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