As the light leaves the valley by rising
Trees' fingers clutch at it
Vainly sifting the light and dying
So bleed sarcophagi romantically
Replete with dignifying reconstructive makeup
Ga da wuor la trubae lune
I sit on the ridge at dusk As the light leaves the valley by rising Trees' fingers clutch at it Vainly sifting the light and dying So bleed sarcophagi romantically Replete with dignifying reconstructive makeup Ga da wuor la trubae lune Explain Request ×
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