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Cry, and cry, And doors in pitch dark hallways In gold and mesmerizing black In which you let us drown Chanson of the lonely ones And the Seventh is all through the weather Amber of a lonely star And your name is all through the weather You’re not the only one That this life threw aside and pulled under Yesterday is over now Bring your hands to the chest like a prayer Rays of the minor Sun like steel nails through the flesh Inverted thoughts they come In pale unwanted light In an absence, in a pale unwanted light Dying for the whim of negative Luna And, see, here we are, skiing on your favourite sensation Waves of sound that bring us to the sky Where I leave you as I’m pulled back down Sedna, torn and still alive Sedna, heart of soul alive From Letras Mania