| Lost in a darkest wood, following the same shadow. |
| I count the drops in my
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| Hands. |
| The life is gone in my tears. |
| I feel again the hand of death, over a
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| Thousand broken dreams
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| Come deadly wind, come embrace the night. |
| Now all the time it’s only pain
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| Another thorn in my heart. |
| I feel again the name of death. |
| The deadly wind
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| Sigh in my ears. |
| I count the drops in my hands. |
| The life is gone in my
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| Tears. |
| I feel again the hand of death, over a thousand broken dreams. |
| Lost
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| In a darkest wood, following the same shadow |