In the wake of it all we all sleep to your voice, queen of it all we embrace her dispair, we shall sleep in the decay teeth and all, asleep in a forest with no guide to it all, we sleep till birth loveless and tall, in a guise we flame and in love we shall see blurred lights in a trail, our cause in the fall is what we were born to be and be strong so shall we be tall, so why should we fall? in a wake of it all, we should see heavens might small'
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