| I’m leaving you a message,
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| I’m leaving you a trace,
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| I’m leaving thoughts for you
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| I hope that time will not erase.
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| And when the moment comes
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| To read the words that I engraved,
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| You’ll find them on the walls of the cave,
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| Of the cave.
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| I know you heard the question
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| But you didn’t make a sound,
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| And when it fell you caught my heart
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| Before it hit the ground.
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| But if you ever need the names
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| Of those you couldn’t save,
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| You’ll find them on the walls of the cave.
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| You’ll find them on the walls of the cave.
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| Look at me and time stands still
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| A mountain here is now a hill.
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| Look away,
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| Look away,
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| The time goes past.
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| These rocks will fall away at last.
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| Look away.
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| Maybe you will see it As you’re passing by alone,
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| Below the moss forgotten
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| Where some words that turned to stone.
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| It might have been an etching
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| On a marker of a grave,
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| Or maybe on the walls of the cave.
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| Listen to The silent trees
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| But still your words float on the breeze
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| Look away
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| I see them all
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| Carved into the cavern wall |