Of The Wand And The Moon
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A Pyre Of Black Sunflowers

A Pyre Of Black Sunflowers lyrics by Of The Wand And The Moon. I saw a pyre of black sunflowers Trapped in a swarm of moths And swallows crying heimve...

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A Pyre Of Black Sunflowers

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I saw a pyre of black sunflowers

Trapped in a swarm of moths

And swallows crying heimve

Hovering on the storm

Soaring above the golden corn

So gracefully

And then a sadness gripped me

All shall pass

Our love corrupts

Turn to ghost, to dust

I saw a pyre of dreams

And my heart’s decay in full bloom

I left my love behind

And my darkness was her groom

And from darkness we come

To darkness we grow

In darkness we call

In darkness through and through

Our love corrupts

Turn to ghost, to dust

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