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Like a faithless I weep

Like an old man in his final, filthy bed

What love was ever mine to keep?

Over what do the trees stand dead?

Brave little flame

I really saw you below the oak

Whilst wondering to thy name

You reveal the fires beneath your cloak

The litany of rain upon an earthless coffin…

Like a stranger on the path

Like a lonely man that lingers

What dark creature will reveal its wrath?

To what do trees point barren fingers?

Silent little flame

Was it really you before my face?

Why burden me with such a shame

Forever your ghost to chase?

The litany of rain upon an earthless coffin…