Not a flood, not a gale
But a whisper of a reckoning close at hand
But a whisper of a reckoning close at hand
Deserted by the light
I wear the shroud of my vanity magnified
Reaping the whirlwind
Eclipsing the lodestar
No time left to weep
No time left to keep
I'll drown in shallow water and no one will remember
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