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sun stepped down from his golden throne
have you heard
did you ever hear of
i fill this cup
risen from the dead
the meadow was creeping
tell me not
let me be sad
night is dark, and the winter winds
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
up and down he goes
since i have felt the sense of death
i hold your heart
they ask me where i've been

 



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