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At Death, A Proclomation - Phosphorescent
O in life
Through many dark rooms
Been glory
We must go
All right
Though manyâs the hour come to the sour
La la the sour
All night
Though flames in the forest ring halos
To glory us both
All I
Can bring to that chorus of smoke
Is the hope that you knowed
O love
Though one day I tarried too far
And I never came home
O love
Always I carried your heart
Married deep in my own