Dreaming under willows
  Our cheeks caress the stars
  The faded night's brow inclines
  
  Sleep and death, the dark eagles
  Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
  
  The countenance of our white tombs
  Stares at us
  The countenance of our white tombs
  All the time
  
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  Sleep and death, the dark eagles
  Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
  While we are walking under dark arcades
  And the shadows of dead angels play beside.
  
  Silent the winds decay
  On the lonesome hill
  The bleak walls Of the autumnal grove
  
  The countenance of our white tombs
  Stares at us
  The countenance of our white tombs
  All the time
  
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  Sleep and death, the dark eagles
  Roaring for nights on end around our heads.
  While we are walking under dark arcades
  And the shadows of dead angels play beside.