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作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
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作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
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consolatrix has left the building |
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Strolling all alone...across the ancient cemetery...- |
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tell me, isn't everthing here...of a timeless green?! |
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I see that several visitors are also agthered here, |
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having an idle, little saunter on the old graveyard...just like me. |
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i keep a chandle burning for myself so i won't feel all alone; |
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we should have done so, but we never celebrated anythin here at all. |
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A leaden weariness creeps viscously like syrup down the hills, |
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felling everybody...as it crawls upon the monuments...- |
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only i escape its power, for the moment seem immune; |
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yet, two eldery ladies, guarding the right, the future tomb |
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are scolding me, so filled with anger, filled with envy and disdain: |
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"The dead are furios with you! |
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as you're wasting your precios time!" |
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Now there are faces in the carpet, there are people living in the walls; |
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I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the hours before |
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dawn!" |
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These moments, fleeting as they are, they testify to us |
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they are the silent witnesses of a reason about to pass; |
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I cannot but admit, carelessly ignoring life's finiteness, |
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that i am filled with fear and worry...and so much shame because of this. |
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Well, everthing I see, yeas all the iomages are blurred, |
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it's hard to guess the future in the short-sighted world. |
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How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored, |
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considering the dreadful blindness with wich i have been born. |
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We should have done so, but we never celebrated anything here at all; |
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I hear the dead are calling: "sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours... |
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...right before the dawn!" |
