| A howling wing blew through your mouth
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| As your eyes caught fire
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| You speak to me of ancient times
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| But I can’t hear you
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| I can’t hear you
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| A hidden door that never closes
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| Keeps the angels at bay
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| Whispers in your sleeping hours
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| That never lie or fade away
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| And one last breath before I fade
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| To dust and simply melt away
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| A mirror cracked and faded
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| Reflections made of stone
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| And light that shines within your eyes
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| Dissolve in shadows once again
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| So picture here a burning room
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| Where lovers die in cold embrace
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| The creeping hands of time decay
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| Blood and kisses turn to hate
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| And one last breath before I fade
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| To dust and simply melt away
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| And one last breath before I fade
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| To dust and simply melt away
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| Stranger things hide in human guise
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| Than reside in the valleys of hell |