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Like the flight of a dead bird |
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My life is going out |
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Darkness is my mistress |
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At cold full moon nights |
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Only stars know my paths |
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I'm a wild wanderer of fields |
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Lonely trips in my realm... |
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Will you share this with me? |
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As I howl at night, the wind join my song |
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Helpless crying of the wild |
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Am I soulless, forever gone? |
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After a while I hear a voice |
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From the dark fields of the fall |
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It puts me the same question: |
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Shall I ever see the dawn? |
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The sun of the dawn? |
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The old symbol of all dread |
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Faithful son of the night |
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Too much bleeding, too much fear |
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But one's death is other's life |
