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Dying days of despair |
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Are the mirrors of pain |
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The glass in which |
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I stare Are slowly building a palace in my mind |
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Where the memories breeds my fear |
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With halls of mourning and with walls of bitter loss |
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The world around me dies |
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As the seasons change |
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The water turns to ice |
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And another year will push the past |
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Further back into forgetfulness |
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Among the moments never to return again |
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Lives are spread by the wind |
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Growing further apart |
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Can't return what has been |
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I will never again touch those winters |
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Or the shadows of the fall |
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Never the innocence, the light of each day |
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Tell me now, where's the end to our strive |
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Shattered life, the point where freedom dies |
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Behold my eyes, can't you see |
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I'm terrified |
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Desperate holding on to a distant time |
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Life Shatters |
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Lives are spread by the wind |
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Growing further apart |
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Can't return what has been |
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I will never again touch those winters |
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Or the shadows of the fall |
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Never the innocence, the light of each day |
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So paint the edge with tears |
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Of a perished emotion |
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A wound so severe |
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And much too deep to be erased |
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By the healing hands of time |
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That life has withered, and is gone forevermore |
