| The voice asleep, the voice has vanished
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| from the top of the sky to the place below
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| touch the surface and the mirror bends
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| your words resound, out of control
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| freeze into time now
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| Still inside, yet doubt survives
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| it all begins, beneath the skin
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| No-one is near, no-one will hear
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| your changeling song take shape
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| in Shadowtime
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| Turn your wish to a vapour, the silhouette fades
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| eclipse your blue eyes, and the outline remains
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| from the house of the moon to the stars up above
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| amidst the comets, first sight of love
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| so begins the countdown
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| Falling sky, a solar sigh
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| it all begins, beneath the skin
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| No-one is near, no-one will hear
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| your changeling song takes shape
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| in Shadowtime
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| Shadowtime --
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| Catching fire, taking hold
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| all that glisters leaves you cold
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| No-one is near, no-one will head
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| your changeling song take shape
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| in Shadowtime
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| Shadowtime -- |