| Cold rising around the silent house
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| Where the love in bloom died with the last harvest
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| Whispering walls remembrance to hold
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| And the voices they weep no one hears, no one hears
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| So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely I’ll follow
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| Laying beside your bed waiting for the last breath
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| Can it be done, can it be saved 'till we apart
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| Slowly ran water down to fill you
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| Slowly turns tide for us to weep
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| For this I was given birth
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| Only shadows will travel the yards
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| Where she laid and your flowers won’t bloom, bloom at day
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| Cold rising above the silent house
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| And the voices are dead, buried in to my head, buried in to my head
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| So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely I’ll follow
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| Laying beside your bed waiting for the last breath
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| Can it be done, can it be saved 'till we apart
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| Slowly ran water down to fill you
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| Slowly turns tide for us to weep
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| For this I was given birth
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| For this I was given name
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| Slowly ran water down to reap |