We knew, yet drew no distance near,
We knew, yet drew no distance near,
To light the lamps, our fingers burned,
We knew, yet drew no distance near.
What butterfly could find us then?
What butterfly could find us then?
For paper blooms, a life was spent,
To light the lamps, our fingers burned,
We knew, yet drew no distance near.
To suffocate was our desire's path,
To suffocate was our desire's path,
But weakness, we would never share,
To light the lamps, our fingers burned,
We knew, yet drew no distance near.
In that grand hall, a truth we spoke,
In that grand hall, a truth we spoke,
And felt the embers evermore,
To light the lamps, our fingers burned,
We knew, yet drew no distance near.
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