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I see the wings of a gargoylestretched out accross the waiting land
Lions wandering the streets
searching for their feeders hand
I hear the echoed silence
It rings loudly in my ears
Or the statues that wait on life
Then It fades slowly as daylight appears
I sit high in my castle
Where I will never be free
I am living or am I dying
Why can't my life be governed by me
I sit and rott, decaying in my time
Like the moths that dance by light
They live their lives in simple measure
pleasure that passes in daylight
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