Beyond those mounts of dismal wilderness I lay, no soul to break this quietness of solitude. Profound in my sleep I dream of our day, every kiss and every hug, I sigh with gratitude.
For those tunes and these moves will forever reside alongside me in my grave, in this forbidden trance of death as I lay. For a moment longer with ye I crave, before this reaper of death drags me away.
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