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I see the remnants of our past |
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Were we there? |
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I see no light, no hope, we fall |
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Are we here? |
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We see our aspirations fail |
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I feel the winters growing cold |
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No sign, no light, our lives are growing old |
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I feel the winters growing cold |
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No sign, no light, no hope, growing cold |
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The dove of dreams is flying overhead |
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Her wings are spreading softly signs of dread |
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So cold inside the earthly bounds below |
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Singing out her somber tales of woe |
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Her sorrow covers me |
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The somber tales of old |
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The sorrow covers me |
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Tis somber tales of woe |
