In our every moment With our every breath Even far away Your eyes are ways Disputing my darkness In your darkest hour With the dying sun Preying all alone Your lips the downfall Coloring my days As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate In your every moment Lays a cruel fate Even from a distance Your hands of doom Disquieting my darkness As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate Release my pain Widowed in the whiteness pure Clouded captive by the Moon As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate
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