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At last, when all of the world is asleep You take in the blackness of air The likes of a darkness so deep That God at the start couldn’t bear And sit unseen, with only the inner upheld Your reflection can't offer a word To the bliss of not knowin' yourself With all mirrorin' gone from the world Still the mind, rejectin' this new empty space Fills it with somethin' or someone No closer could I be to God Or why he would do what he's done Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche Trína chéile; le chéile Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Claochlaithe is claochlú an ealaín Is ealaín dubh í Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche Trína chéilе; le chéile Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Claochlaithe is claochlú an еalaín Is ealaín dubh í From Letras Mania