| Lyrics: | Again and again they blend into one,
My father the morning pushes through moonlight love.
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So what's sleep? sleep.
I'm tired, so tired, but it seems that there's someone here with
me.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
We're awaiting.
Deathless ones.
A
story at three with the shrillest of cries.
My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of
my eyes.
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
So beautiful.
They
sing to me their elegy. requiem. |
