| What solemnity can be found in this death?
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| A traitor’s smile, the honour of betrayal
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| How comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights?
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| What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart?
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| Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless dark
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| In maelstrom of despair dimming each other’s shine
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| And half of his blood runs like mine
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| Kindred spirit to me
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| But the gleam in his eyes
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| Remind of the one who is gone forever
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| When dreams carry me past this life
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| To thin shrouding mist
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| I rest in silence
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| In place lifeless and desolate
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| Long are midwinter’s nights
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| As the will to live has died
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| Evanescent the unwarming light
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| Evoking memories of life
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| Of the life long lost
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| Buried in ashes of love and joy
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| Buried in ashes of love and joy
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| And half of his blood bleeds like mine
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| Kindred spirit, yet free
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| But the gleam in his eyes
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| Abates for my guilt shackles him too
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| What sublimity can be found in this love?
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| Weakling’s trust, the moral of deceiver
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| There’s no future for a son under this burden of grief
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| No leading to walk aside this tormented ghost
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| Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless dark
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| In maelstrom of despair father suppressing the only shine
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| As the end is slowly looming
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| Our paths must now diverge
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| Pressure slowly easing
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| Shackles unchained, uplifting
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| Beyond many a weary league
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| Where dimming light gives birth to evening stars
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| At the treelines of distant, devouring woods
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| Await my demons, embodying this longing
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| Better to sleep now on stranger’s porch
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| Find home on foreign soil
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| Brighter the sun to a forsaken child
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| Than to a father in despair
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| Disencumbered from this grief
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| With the most cruel way
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| Deserted to be alone
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| Abandoned to be free |