| Cold was the air that the evening wind brought
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| Silent and so quiet were the woods
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| On the eve of that night
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| Don’t know what I stayed there for so long
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| So long that I could hear that voice
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| The whisper we all avoid
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| Sound from within, the quiet truth
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| I felt my blood slowly turning cold
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| Turning cold from waiting
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| Hours I spent there awaiting
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| Hoping for someone to come
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| To silent the voice that felt like thunder
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| Evael is the light, the white light
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| In the chill of my world, she is the one
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| She brings the butterflies, pure light
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| When ever she comes by
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| The darkness steps aside
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| But I felt my blood turn cold
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| Hours I spent there awaiting
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| Watching the light fading
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| You’re losing the sunsets, you will never get them back
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| The days you spend in loneliness are seconds in shades of black
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| Winter was cold, but summer is even colder
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| Nights have been longer, they have made me much older
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| You’re losing the sunsets, you will never get them back
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| Every night you spend in loneliness are years in shades of black
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| Years pass, but has time stopped on me?
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| Morning always arises with vaster pain
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| And then it is sunset again
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| We weep the winds for your loneliness
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| Choir of broken dreams for the love you had
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| But now she walks forever lost in gray and woe
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| She’s not forgiven, she’s the one for winter to own
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| Not yours, old man, never again… |