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So many a glorious morn have I seen

the sun gracing the mountain-tops with its light

kissing with tender lips the meadows green

gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly blight

Even as my sun one early morn did shine

with all its triumphant splendour

alack, its grace was but one hour mine;

an ugly visage shone through its cruel agenda

When heaven suddenly came this near

it seemed to close all doors

the distance would not haunt me so

as the presence of the tales I had merely known before

But just to hear the grace depart

pain I never thought I'd see

afflicts me with a double loss

the fucking track is lost, and lost to me