[U]You Are But a Ghost In My Arms[/U] By, Agalloch

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Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall,
Amber nectar, misery ichor
cascading in streams of hallowed form,
For each stain, a forsaken shadow.

You are the lugubrious spirit,
Etched in the oak of wonder,
You are the sullen voice and silent storm.
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