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Words disappear, |
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Words weren't so clear, |
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Only echos passing through the night. |
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The lines on my face, |
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Your fingers once traced, |
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Fading reflection of what was. |
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Thoughts re-arrange, |
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Familar now strange, |
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All my skin is drifting on the wind. |
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Spring brings the rain, |
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With winter comes pain, |
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Every season has an end. |
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I try to see through the disguise, |
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But the clouds were there, |
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Blocking out the sun (the sun). |
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Thoughts re-arrange, |
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Familar now strange, |
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All my skin is drifting on the wind. |
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Spring brings the rain, |
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With winter comes pain, |
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Every season has an end. |
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There's an end, |
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There's an end, |
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There's an end, |
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There's an end, |
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There's an end. |