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Visions of lament beauty
Cradle me with your lonely embrace,
In deaths shadow we part for the last time.
Withering to ashes, the wind sweeps the dust.
And I cry at the sight, of these visions.
I cry at the sight, of these visions.
In deaths shadow we part for the last time.
Withering to ashes, the wind sweeps the dust.
And I cry at the sight, of these visions.
I cry at the sight, of these visions.
Published 27th Feb 2010
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