| Foul voices welcome me to loneliness
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| Graceful tunes on her lips have now ceased
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| This winter’s here to surpass all the hopes
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| And dreams succumb to nightmares and freezing air
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| Now lonely is my road, path paved with bitter thoughts
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| Conception of beauty excluded from this heart
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| Within closed doors no-one speaks
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| Behind barred windows no soul lives
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| As I walk the soil beneath my feet is crumbling…
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| She was my sun and now the light has faded away
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| Night condensing around me, leading astray
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| Shining image torn down, remembrance of her fades
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| Left but anguish and shame to haunt me in the shades
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| Should I be content with the memory of the life I had?
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| Or is the Hell knowing what we could have become?
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| — Quite indifferent as the tides of time have now turned
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| And the past is buried in a drift of whirling snow
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| White sheet covering all things left behind
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| And from now on there’s an absence of hope
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| She was my sun and now the light has faded away
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| Night condensing around me, leading astray
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| Shining image torn down, remembrance of her fades
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| Left but anguish and shame to haunt me in the shades
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| So be it, perdition is my home
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| Since the day it all came down |