Dirge For November Lyrics by Opeth
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Lost, here is nowhere
The omen showed, took me away
Searching home still
Preparations are done, this can't last
Time is now
Turning past me, all are gone
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit
I fade into this tender careThe mere reflection brought disgust
Grant me sleep, take me under
It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
 

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