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In your creation

Heaven did decree,

that in your arms

sweet death should dwell.

Deep silent complete,

black velvet sea.

The sirens are calling for me.

Saved my soul thinking:

"This song`s a lie".

Sand on the shore is so dry.

Deep silent complete,

black velvet sea.

Brave day sinking

in endless night.

The age will say

"This poet lies".

Heaven never touched

earthly face.

The age will say

"This night was ours".

Blessed with the deep,

the Silent, the Complete.