There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me
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Once, silence meant lack of sound;
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Fall came once a year
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I danced, redcheeked,
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Each year's first snow,
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Tongue out to taste each flake's welcome sting
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I laughed, distinct from nature's cycles,
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A scrap of wonder, floating in a torrent
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of sorrow I couldn't grasp
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That laugh, mouth open, sums up my past,
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I craved fulfillment, too shallow to know
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I could never be fully filled again
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Here we are and it's open,
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I lay her down in the glow (half of creation's destruction).
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Replaced the moon and the stars with candles
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Black and Grey
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Is to drown, when yesterday... yesterday...
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Fades through broken glass
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(I Hate what I've become)
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Enclosed, please find Silence.
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Fade through broken glass
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(I Hate what I've become)
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Enclosed, please find Silence.
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Everything's shallow,
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We're chasing ourselves
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beneath a stone.
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I am covered in make-up
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It won't wash away.
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Beneath a stone.
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We are joy,
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I was just a boy,
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Goodnight.
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Beauty scar, powdered make-up,
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Melting eyes, smile of bone
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I replaced the moon and the stars with candles,
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We are all the same, when everything... everything...
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Fades through broken glass
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(I Hate what I've become)
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Enclosed, please find Silence
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Fade through broken glass
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(I Hate what I've become)
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Enclosed, please find Silence,
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Everything's shallow,
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We're chasing ourselves beneath a stone,
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I am covered in make-up;
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It won't wash away.
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Beneath a stone.
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We are joy, so take my hand,
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We are joy, so take my hand.
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Sing inside the shadows,
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She surrounds the love I hid,
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The beating of a god;
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that won't let go.
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I know, Black and Grey is to drown in yesterday.
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'Cause we are joy, so take my hand,
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We are joy, so take my hand.
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Lady Madeline In Her Coffin
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I Am Ghost |