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[06:40.00]Artist：agathodaimon
[06:40.00]Songs Title：to our ashes
[06:40.00]It is the mind, which creates the world about us
[06:40.00]And even though we stand side by side
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[06:40.00]My eyes will never see what is beheld by yours
[06:40.00]My heart won＇t respond to your touch
[06:40.00]Out of the caverns of the pain
[06:40.00]Like a child from the womb, stillborn
[06:40.00]Like a ghost from the tomb
[06:40.00]I arise and unbuild it again
[06:40.00]We don＇t see things as they are
[06:40.00]We see them as we are
[06:40.00]And all that we see or seem to be
[06:40.00]Is but a dream within a dream
[06:40.00]I see life blorred and shallow every day by day
[06:40.00]In this world＇s theatre in which I stay
[06:40.00]Three death gently descends, from spheres up high
[06:40.00]Staring into my cold and humid eyes
[06:40.00]You＇re closing your eyes, try turning your head
[06:40.00]Away from the gloom, trying to forget
[06:40.00]But when I start to laugh, she mocks
[06:40.00]And when I cry she laughs
[06:40.00]And hardens evermore her heart
[06:40.00]But when I start to laugh, she mocks
[06:40.00]And when I cry she laughs
[06:40.00]All things come to the those who wait
[06:40.00]I say these words to make me glad
[06:40.00]But something answers, soft and sad
[06:40.00]They come but often come too late
[06:40.00]We don＇t see things as they are
[06:40.00]We see them as we are
[06:40.00]And all that we see or seem to be
[06:40.00]Is but a dream within a dream
[06:40.00]I see life blorred and shallow every day by day
[06:40.00]In this world＇s theatre in which I stay
[06:40.00]Three death gently descends, from spheres up high
[06:40.00]Staring into my cold and humid eyes
[06:40.00]You＇re closing your eyes, try turning your head
[06:40.00]Away from the gloom, trying to forget
[06:40.00]But something answers, soft and sad
[06:40.00]They come but often come too late
[06:40.00]Cause I am sick of this way of life
[06:40.00]As life is sick of the way we pretend
[06:40.00]But I have walked with death hand in hand
[06:40.00]And death＇s own hand is warmer than my own!
[06:40.00]Out of the caverns of the pain
[06:40.00]Like a child from the womb, stillborn
[06:40.00]Like a ghost from the tomb
[06:40.00]I arise and unbuild it again
[06:40.00]We don＇t see things as they are
[06:40.00]We see them as we are
[06:40.00]And all that we see or seem to be
[06:40.00]Is but a dream within a dream
[06:40.00]I see life blorred and shallow every day by day
[06:40.00]In this world＇s theatre in which I stay
[06:40.00]All things come to those who wait
[06:40.00]I say these words to make me glad
[06:40.00]But something answers, soft and sad
[06:40.00]They come but often come too late
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