| By shades merging with darkness
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| By breath touching in reality
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| In the past, they abandoned bodies
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| But still alive
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| Who was beloved will never set free
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| Behind the fragile verge, their eyes
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| Aspire to gaze in our souls
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| Through the blind facade
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| So look sorrow and gloom
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| Silent reproach wounds us
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| No one left in nowhere
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| They will respond from behind the verge
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| In the night, rain’s rustle
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| I hear their voices calling me
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| Soon the morning will wipe off their words
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| But the veil will be torn earlier
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| Not looking back, I’ll cross the verge
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| Where ones forgive without tears
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| Towards my face is turned
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| Where the world has no dimensions
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| So look sorrow and gloom
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| We will come back with visions and dreams
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| No one left in nowhere
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| We will respond from behind the verge |