Advent
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It was all true, a parlour strode, and the night setsforever...
I stray in the quiet cold, and you gird me when I dear tolisten.
Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow, lips try to form"because"...
Trying to adapt to the wilderness, when even foes close theireyes and leave...
We are inside the glade, every now and then I wipe the dustaside, to remember...
How I drape my face, with my bare hands...the same that broughtme here.
And you were beyond all help. The folded message that wept myname
Shadows skulk at my coming. We survey the slopes...
In search for the words to write the missing page...the tainteddogma
Time goes short as the piper plays his tune. We are almostthere...
You are beyond all help, dancing into the void
We are almost there...
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