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A feeling expressed without even a word, A word without a voice spoken. A heart without a beating of life,
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I humble not for I but to wake again Even though I may have sinned, I've sinned for you, not for I. I've loved no one but myself.
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I heard a gentle tapping upon the night, Stirred up with a humble fright, As Darkness fallen upon my sight. his kindled lamp is my only light,
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A bridge that binds two hearts to one, Has cracked from age, now and then.
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Once upon a solstice night, As she broad a distance sight. Leaving behind her spoken voice As she waits the world by choice.
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Do I wake or do I dream. Do I live or do I die. Twinkle now I ponder here As I travel, far and near.
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The hour cries at charming bell Bringing forth a timely hell, With sorrow and madness, and many more; Leaving upon us a deathly score.
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Never again, will I wake my siren within And let her sing a requiem tune. Erasing the words until it is sung As my life be dead by spoken croon.
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My wake draws nearer upon the hour; Call upon, thy upper power. I wait the time for truth be told, When the world itself grows cold.
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Ye humble thyself upon thy altar, Calling upon thy bearer of false smile; Lest be known thy truth are lies, Yet oneself ye defile.
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