Advent

It was all true
 A parlour strode and the night sets forever
 I stray in the quiet cold
 And you gird me when I dare to listen
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 Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow
 Lips try to form "because"
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 Trying adapt to the wilderness
 Where even foes close their eyes and leave
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 We're inside the glade
 Every now and then
 I wipe the dust aside to remember
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 How I drape my face
 With my bare hands
 
 The same that brought me here
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 But you were beyond all help
 The folded message that wept my name
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 (Shadows) Shadows skulk at my coming
 
 We survey the slopes
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 We survey the slopes
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 In search for the words to write the missing page
 The tainted, the tainted dogma, dogma
 Time grows short
 As the piper plays his tune
 
 We are almost there
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 You are beyond all help
 Dancing into the void
 We are almost there