The Principles firmly confused.
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Shake them awake. The circles vicious.
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All full of wishes.
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The vapours which invite us in.
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In hope we bring the final piece.
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Afrais of what it means.
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The icy patterns ascending dead.
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As I decide to stay.
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And cover with shadows my comeback way.
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I look outside and it's lunar still.
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Lunar Still
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Moonspell |