The Crystal Margin Lyrics by Maudlin Of The Well
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As I hover in that dream-haze between sleep and reality
I imagine myself a dove that carries a bit of me away
And cloaked in sorrow's shroud. The Me that is You but glides to the crystal margin
There, beneath the muting cold you despair and offer your spoils
And I lay my gaze upon the daughter Earth
And push you down my fingers bleed the dirt
Whirlpools retrograde and banish skies
that weaken clouds that rain. Milk which quenches fire
As I hover in that dream-haze between sleep and reality   I imagine myself a dove that carries a bit of me away   And cloaked in sorrow's shroud. The Me that is You but glides to the crystal margin   There, beneath the muting cold you despair and offer your spoils   And I lay my gaze upon the daughter Earth   And push you down my fingers bleed the dirt   Whirlpools retrograde and banish skies   that weaken clouds that rain. Milk which quenches fire