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Phantasmagoric glowworms walking

in nuptial blackness

Your shadow, my shadow

became one tonight

Here I am dying, dying of fright.

Death is the coldness

of emptiness

No voice can reach it

Is a thundering pounding

a timeless dimension

No human can keep it.

Walked along, walked alone

Across paths of sorrow

Tears and cold, in the bones

Let us cry for nevermore

Your face and hands sing alone

It's calling you now

Your grave is deep, deep and cold

It's calling you now.