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So if the rain rolls down my cheek one night, and you are night by my side..
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For the performer, upon the worlds stage, an infamous pantomime,
and his lovers call
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A silver thread in the dark
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A fateful encounter
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Ill fated confluence
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To dream is to conjure in the lightness and emptiness of sleep, to draw closer death, knowing what isn't, but what could have been
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The Conception, The three part affair, along with the grand conclusion
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Temporal beings of Evanescence whom can mesmorize so thoroughly, we forget all together who or what we are..
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There I stoodWatching as the world turnedThat the skies dimmedWhile we humans learnedThat with the settling cold,The sun would cease to burn.Right the..
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We are Temporary
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