So many a glorious morn have I seen The sun gracing the mountain-tops with it's light Kissing with tender lips the meadows green Gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly blight Even as my sun one early morn did shine With all it's triumphant splendour Alack, it's grace was but one hour mine; An ugly visage shone through it's cruel agenda When heaven suddenly came this near It seemed to close all doors The distance would not haunt me so As the presence of the tales I had merely known before But just to hear the grace depart Pain I never thought I'd see Afflicts me with a double loss The fucking track is lost, and lost to me
