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The crowd slowly passed |
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Moans everywhere |
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Confused whispers |
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Formed a prey |
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Heavy grey clouds |
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Came with the mourn |
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Tears from the sky |
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Kissed the coffin |
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Like a choir of shadows |
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Rise our prey of death |
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In these moments we don't know |
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Who is the dead, who is the living" |
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In our heart go by a black veil |
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And in these moments we are the dead" |
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In these moments |
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Is also our funeral" |
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This is the funeral procession |
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And we are all dead" |
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This is the funeral procession |
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And we have never lived" |
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This is our funeral procession |
