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  • And I looked to the air
    But the breeze was not cold
    I sought for your hand
    To hold unto me
    I lay awakened
    The dew on my brow
    Come take my life
    God, I'm dying
    And the spirits of slumber
    Lulled at my side
    They tormented my world
    And praised at my grave
    I gave them a portion
    In pursuance of my peace
    But they took it and broke it
    Where is my hope?
    Elegent, undying
    Ella mo fare rifare
  • And I looked to the air
    But the breeze was not cold
    I sought for your hand
    To hold unto me
    I lay awakened
    The dew on my brow
    Come take my life
    God, I'm dying
    And the spirits of slumber
    Lulled at my side
    They tormented my world
    And praised at my grave
    I gave them a portion
    In pursuance of my peace
    But they took it and broke it
    Where is my hope?
    Elegent, undying
    Ella mo fare rifare