The evening swallows the last light
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and from out of the incarnadine
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forlornness creeps into my mind
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where doubt dwells.
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The light is dreaming of reincarnation,
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the night is dropping through the window pane
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and a cruel invisible chain
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enervates me.
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And the river tears me down,
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and the waves clash over me,
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I floating down, sad and slowly,
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home to my Gethsemane.
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Beside the life I'm living now
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there is another one that could have been,
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a brighter one I've never seen,
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a paradise.
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Thoughts wither like autumn leaves,
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full of sorrow they fall off from me,
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fall with my tears, my sanity
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into the river.
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And the river tears me down,
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and the waves clash over me,
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I floating down, sad and slow,
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home to my Gethsemane.
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My soul is haunted by wolves,
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and is ravened mercilessly.
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In the last eclipse I can guess
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where the river ends.
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Gethsemane
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Gardens Of Gehenna |