Burning, pining
Lying, sighing
A funeral pyre
Brings the other one's twining
Pheonixal sears
Of coal-blue still
That which utters
Silent cries
That which waits
And hopes
To die
Lying, sighing
A funeral pyre
Brings the other one's twining
Pheonixal sears
Of coal-blue still
That which utters
Silent cries
That which waits
And hopes
To die
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