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By Theatre of Tragedy, Come in out of the rain thou sayest -
But thou
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By Theatre of Tragedy, "Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds
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By Theatre of Tragedy, "Be my kin free fro carnal sin,
Bride the thoughts of
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By Theatre of Tragedy, My eyes hold the eventide,
albeit behind the eys thou hast
thro'
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Switch to another dream, to a quiet spite
Think back at
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Parch´d of words, parch'd of lauds,
Lorn and tynéd fro my
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Echoes that somehow
Can surround us
Can resound through stillness
Like thoughts of
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By Theatre of Tragedy, An artist is what is call'd the self that the
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By Theatre of Tragedy, He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return -
She
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By Theatre of Tragedy, High-rise buildings
Low cost apartments
Financial district
Industrial area
Rows of blue collars
Steelworkers' clink-clang
Metal
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I
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By Theatre of Tragedy, While he was asleep holding her hand
The dreams smouldered
She opened
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Der Spiegel,
In dem ich die Schatten seh';
Das schwarze Licht, welches
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
I
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By Theatre of Tragedy, They might say this never happened
I'd say it just did
Never
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Moving sideways through the sold photo
Slow figures flashing on tiptoe
Crashing
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Silky tidal waves
In the midst of summer
Trap door of our
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By Theatre of Tragedy, I can't see
In the flicker-light's quiet frequency
I was briefly interrupted
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Broken frames
Shattered glass
Like a monochrome film
The replaceable background
Flickers and dissolves
Out
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Look at me
A million pictures on the cenotaph
Look at me
There's
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape!
With lore ornamented entreating;
Hollow-hearted, heart-departed
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By Theatre of Tragedy, You act a pansy, pushover
Do live your fancy, go lower
Who
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By Theatre of Tragedy, no risk, no fun I'm here, you're gone
I'm cool, you're
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade;
A serenade
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Harken! - the clouds muster?in dark -
So painfully easing.
Hush! -
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By Theatre of Tragedy, One, two, three
I synthesize and press a lighted key
Turn it
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By Theatre of Tragedy, O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
Allow me thee to
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -
A
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By Theatre of Tragedy, Here we are
We stand in line
One more time today
There is
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By Theatre of Tragedy, The wheel hits ground with a bare touch
You just keep