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    into the orchard i walk peering way past the gate
    wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait
    drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead
    (release your grip, let me go, into the night)
    halo of death, all i see is departure
    mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr
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