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Ben Nichols – The Last Pale Light in the West

May 7, 2010

In my hands I hold the ashes
in my veins, black pitch drums
In my chest I can catch this
In my way, the setting sun

Dark clouds gather ’round me
Due northwest, the soul is bound
And I will go on ahead, free
There’s a light yet to be found

The last pale light in the west
The last pale light in the west

And I ask for no redemption
in this cold and barren place
Still I see a faint reflection
And so by it, I got my way

The last pale light in the west
The last pale light in the west

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