Dancing through the silent waves The shimmering moonlight Over lost angels remains Whispering through gloomy halls Beneath the gentle soft caress Of dreaming shadows Flowing steams of silver Through tidal torrents of grief Time was never there for us The final tide took the last ones away Buried visions - of sunrise Beneath the seas - of torrid soil Slowly sinking - in the mire Shades of - emerald fields Our eyes can't stand the flames Single sparkles hiding in our palms They linger before dying away Fading from out sigh Loathsome are the ways of those Who the meadows shall receive For every glimpse of daylight must vanish And every soul submit to tide
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