| In the year of 1859
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| Born was a shadow of light
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| In garden where the darkness grew
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| In the garden of sophisticated lies
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| In the realm of ever reigning gloom
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| Where the gardeners trimed the vines
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| Born was a shadow and regal he grew
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| A majestic silhouette to dim their night
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| Oh, dark was the carpet woven
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| Flawed was their perfect design
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| A tapestry destined to be torn
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| One truth and their kingdom was no more
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| A shadow in the garden of darkness
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| One of a light as dark as the heart of the night
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| A shadow born in the garden of lies
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| One of a light as dark as the heart of the night
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| Their garden was of such a delightful darkness
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| Such a relief for eyes that never wanted to see
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| And the less they saw, the more they believed
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| A shadow in the garden of darkness!
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| An empire of eternal lies
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| By the flare of a thought watch it ignite the skyline
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| An aeon of enslavement and strife
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| Like bonfires temple flames lick the night sky
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| Oh, dark was the carpet woven
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| Flawed was their perfect design
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| A tapestry destined to be torn
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| Oh A shadow in the garden of darkness
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| One of a light as dark as the heart of the night
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| A shadow born in the garden of lies
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| One of a light as dark as the heart of the night
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| There can be nothing darker
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| Than a night presented to be the day
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| There can be nothing fouler
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| Than the lie in the guise of truth
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| The truth |