| Dying days of despair
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| Are the mirrors of pain
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| The glass in which I stare
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| Are slowly building a palace in my mind
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| Where the memories breeds my fear
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| With halls of mourning and with walls of bitter loss
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| The world around me dies
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| As the seasons change
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| The water turns to ice
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| And another year will push the past
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| Further back into forgetfulness
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| Among the moments never to return again
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| Lives are spread by the wind
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| Growing further apart
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| Can’t return what has been
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| I will never again touch those winters
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| Or the shadows of the fall
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| Never the innocence, the light of each day
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| Tell me now, where’s the end to our strive
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| Shattered life, the point where freedom dies
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| Behold my eyes, can’t you see I’m terrified
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| Desperate holding on to a distant time
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| Life Shatters
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| Lives are spread by the wind
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| Growing further apart
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| Can’t return what has been
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| I will never again touch those winters
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| Or the shadows of the fall
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| Never the innocence, the light of each day
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| So paint the edge with tears
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| Of a perished emotion
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| A wound so severe
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| And much too deep to be erased
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| By the healing hands of time
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| That life has withered, and is gone forevermore |