There was an echo, an old sore,
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A bewildering reflection.
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No winds, but cricket chirps
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alongside to the trail.
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Traces before me.
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Something flitting across.
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Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery.
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A pasture on the left repeals my worry
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That no soul had been here before me
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As at this glimpse of joy appeared
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A long lost fiend who spoke to me:
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Welcome, brother.
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Welcome, traitor.
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Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate.
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Repent and atone in vengeful embrace.
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In vengeful embrace.
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I was seized with mere fear
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As at his words I did recall
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A face, a name, my frailty.
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A tragedy in december snow.
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And all turned into rampant
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Tendrils entwined about my neck.
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A mist gathered where suns would be
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And again he did speak to meWelcome, brother.
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Welcome, traitor.
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Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate.
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Repent and atone in vengeful embrace.
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In vengeful embrace.
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She burdened me with her kiss
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Bedecked garment in the clear
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Yearned for her in fetters sweet
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That were never meant to release.
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December's virgin snow
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A tender touch at ease
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let luster grow in her eyes
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At our chalet in conceal.
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And she burdened me with her kiss
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Bedecked garment in the clear
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Yearned for her in fetters sweet
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Never meant to release.
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When luster passed from her eyes.
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Again there was this echo,
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an old sore torn wide open,
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This bewildering reflection.
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I did repel, but never repented.
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Oh brother, traitor.
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Ever longed-for Intimate
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Woe betide you
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For you stole what was mine.
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In Vengeful Embrace
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Disillusion |