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Lit By The Light Of Morning

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'Tis love that is lost 
My heart lie bleeding 
One last time I caress her flesh 
On this cold and wet September 
morning 

'Tis beauty that has vanished 
It's soft light growing dim 
Without it life is only living 
And death is but the end 

The song of the swans is all I hear 
I'm lit by the light of morning I shall 
never love again 
Never place faith in the pleasures of life again 
Never turning back 
Life's wonder has abandoned me now 
She said, "I'll be with you till the end" 
Then her life was cast away from me 
right then 
Now all I have is morning 
So I'll bathe in the sunlight... 

Alone I'm left to face the night 
A drama of nightmare bliss 
Captive of it's scaly arms 
And whore to it's lustful kiss 

Alone I am in twilight 
Of Autumns cold December warning 
By beauty entombed , my love lie cold 
Now I wait for morning 

The tension of Night's grasp 
I can't breath, I feel I'm trapped 
Without you I'm left as prey 
To Night's dark, grim serenade 

I pause and cool my head 
I know that memories lie ahead 
Filled with passion and tragedy 
Oh please, morning rescue me 

Where to now? 
Alone with the sunlight of dawns magnificence 
Conception of a new day 

I can breath once more 
Shower me with life, and lash me with love 

No longer am I captive 
To Night's darkened plays 
Or the moon's shadowed glaze