dusk (band) - paled
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all scourges passed
the world shrinks
saddened by eloquence pure
taketh thy verse
we shall suffer acutely
o’ great lake of tears
a solemn mass sung
from olden catacombs
pale men lie wreathed in gloom
frol!cking wings of the monarch
doth crumble and morning dew shall
too oft i weep
for our discord begotten
as every last eye will close
a shoreline haven succumbed
to mirage inevitable
embracе within our weakened arms
shan’t wе view our fallen oaks
timid fawns
shed sullen tears
i, a worn man
forced to submit
stumble
manifest grief
therefore i withdraw my pen in nocturnal repose
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