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Been standing here for ages Watching the valleys blossom and burn The pyres of yesterday smells of losing you Preserved we are, portraits (in the glassy depths) I picked up the shattered mirror, put them in water Cold as my dreams Isa: Still - Standing - Empowered Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice Isa: Detached - Silent - Ecstasy Isa: We are the dead We arrived here from different spaces Bidding the wooden shrines farewell Concealed within dead lips lies the rope That forged us and then tore us to shreds Distant opposite assembly at the shores They're telling me it's time to let go A time to burn, a time to build With your own hands a room within that room Bring it all towards the centre and tremble Bring her back from the shadows and kiss her Retrieve the sword from the abyss Hold back the tidal wave Isa: Still - Standing - Empowered Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice Isa: Detached - Silent - Ecstasy
