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Soaring with the winds I'll rise |
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Grieving with my heart, I cry. |
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Torn between the love I find |
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Waiting on the other side |
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Memories begin to fade |
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Haunting me endlessly |
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Sorrow felt by those who mourn |
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As I adopt my ethereal form. |
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Descending from the mortal coil |
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The spiral track from which I fell |
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Can it be you I hear |
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Whisper on the wind |
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The anguish will uplift |
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With the voice. |
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The voice of time. |
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Thine own soul still true to thee |
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Endorsing heartfelt miseries. |
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Like the dark to a dying flame |
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Departing as the shadow came |
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In days to come you'll fly with me |
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Joined in effervescent sleep |
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Shrouded by the cloak of night |
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Coalesced as one until twilight. |
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Descending from the mortal coil |
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The spiral track from which I fell |
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Can it be you I hear |
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Whisper on the wind |
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The anguish will uplift |
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With the voice. |
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The voice of time. |
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As the years pass |
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Your thoughts I caress |
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In solitude |
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In solitude. |
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Torn between the love I find |
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Waiting on the other side |
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Memories begin to fade |
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Haunting me endlessly. |
