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In darkness, all devoid of light

Over the weeds a watchful eye

To beareth fire to the low

To speak my name when all alone

O', place thy hand upon thine face

Thine heart, contort you

The blood upon his folly grace

In dreams of decorum

And though the sun be out of place

It's I, shan't deceive you

The garden of the night

It's I who you hold…

In shadow, silent on the ice

A lover's moon bound to fall

Laughter from the frozen trees

Down to your flesh, a smile wreaths

O', place thy hand upon thine face

Thine heart, contort you

The blood upon his folly grace

In dreams of decorum

And though the sun be out of place

It's I, shan't deceive you

The garden of the night

It's I who you hold…