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O`angels come to guide me in my sacred land
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Thine holy glance enlights my chamber
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Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts
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A gentle thrill
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I'm crowned with thorns
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Who will remember this ?
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Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head
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Collapsing mental boundries
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Draconic lips of mine
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And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom
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O`angels find their sacred land
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In my debility they bloom
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Kill my flesh
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Kill my skin
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Cure my sore
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Cure my belief
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A wince, just to regret
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To wear a willow
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A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice
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To wear the willow- lost within
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And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye
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My thirst for life embodies prayers at night
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I sentence myself - a wilful execution
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Disclaiming innocence indeed
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O`angel find their sacred land in mine
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What they have never dared to be
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O`angel find their sacred land in mine
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Where they can be what they greed
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O`angel find their sacred land in mine
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For they can still make me believe
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O`angel find their sacred land in mine
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For they have crowned me ......
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......Crowned with thorns
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Scars of greed
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| Diary Of Dreams |
