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(uyyih)
All of these ghosts
or merely the dreams
Here to mourn
or merely the dreams
That we're telling ourselves
The night has left us
telling ourselves
Strive till the phantoms
That we're telling ourselves
crippled with grief
are broken
Fight till the battle
As we strive to keep
is done
The squadrons of night
of our own delusions are back
telling our
alive our belief
can't conquer the day
Nor shadows extinguish the sun
Bear a loss so great
Stories of danger
fearless attack
Stories of danger
it clouds all our hopes
Spectres of plague and pain
All of these ghosts
for the dawn
of our own delusions come back
And we'll be haunted again
