| When the last angel"s falling above the crimson sea,
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| By the sun"s final rising, I don"t even see
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| How the silent tears are flowing from the reaper"s eyes,
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| As the frost is calling for young harvest to the night,
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| He"s crying for my heart… He"s mourning for my soul… I"m all alone
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| Every time I hurt myself, I somehow still survived,
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| Every time my dreams were killed, but they always came back alive
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| Tears frozen on my cheek while roaming through the time,
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| And the whispers calling for my harvest through the night,
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| I"m crying with the wind… I"m crying for my life… I"ll die alone
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| Hear the whispered dreams of the fallen…
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| I"ll rest alone…
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| Hear the whispered dreams of the fallen…
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| Tears frozen on my cheek while roaming through the night,
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| And the whispers calling for my harvest to the night,
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| I"m crying with the wind… I"m crying for my dreams… I"ll die alone
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| Hear the whispered dreams of the fallen…
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| I"ll die alone…
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| Hear the whispered dreams of the fallen… |