Again and again they blend into one,
my father the morning pushes through moonlight love.
So what`s sleep?
Sleep.
I`m tired, so tired,
but it seems that there`s someone here with me.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
We`re awaiting. Deathless ones. (X2)
A story at three with the shrillest of cries.
My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes.
I`m tired, so tired,
but it seems that there`s someone here with me.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
We`re awaiting. Deathless ones. (X3)
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy. (X2)
So beautiful. They sing to me their elegy. Requiem
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