| Along those ways in the sky of November
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| Marching souls that I cannot recall
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| Lost in the cold of this eternal curtain
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| Raising memories so far from the end
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| Laying in the silence that lives all around me
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| I call your name against the wall of this pain
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| And if it’s true that the children are playin' out
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| It’s really true I don’t know what I’m doing
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| In this old place
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| In the winter of heaven
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| I’ve lost all the things that have broken my dreams
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| And if the angels are burning their wings here
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| I’ve lost the words to whisper them my love
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| In those deserts of ice, steel and iron
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| Under the rain that never stops falling
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| I know, the treasures and jewels are buried
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| Under this rain that cleans the marks of the slaves
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| Don’t tell me I’m dreaming 'cos I know what’s happening
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| While all the flowers are praying to despair
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| To catch their lives in the silence of love
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| There’s no more time, no more place to resist
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| In this old place in the winter of heaven…
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| There’s no more time for us
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| There’s no more place to resist
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| Only our hearts to embrace all these ruins
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| And give them to the light as the final sweet gift
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| In this old place in the winter of heaven…
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| There’s no more time, there’s no more place to resist
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| In this old place in the winter of heaven… |