| The twilight darkness is growing in our souls
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| And the twilight symphony is playing thousands of tones
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| The tones that lead us to the eternal night
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| The night that makes us blind with all its might
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| I can feel the pain
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| Listening to the mourning of the lost
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| Confronting emotions cold as winter frost
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| When the glimmering stars are covering the sky
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| My dreams turn strong and I close my eyes
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| I start to fall into the mysteries of night
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| When I hear the symphony of the twilight
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| The tones of beauty and tones of pain
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| Blind my body, it is hopeless to explain
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| Twisted fantasies are coming down
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| When the tones of the night begin to drown
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| Listening to the twilight symphony
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| And feel the tones of an elegy
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| Forever confronting the sadness that the music brings
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| The cold nights have awoken me But my soul is still asleep
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| Drifting by the wind
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| Followed by the twilight tones
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| The tones I always hear
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| Tones so full of misery
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| A reflection of a life
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| Empty and without lust
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| Listening to the twilight symphony
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| And feel the tones of an elegy
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| A requiem performed with lucid purity of blind emotions
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| Empty I feel when I listen to the twilight tones
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| Beauty and pain
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| Turning the pages
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| Infinity, chaos I will find
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| The twilight darkness is growing in our souls
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| And the twilight symphony is playing thousands of tones
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| The tones that lead us to the eternal night
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| The night that makes us blind with all its might
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| I can feel the pain
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| Listening to the mourning of the lost
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| Confronting emotions cold as winter frost. |