| The silence
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| Horizon line and barren lands,
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| Mirrors planted in the sand
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| Cold inside the desert night
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| Clouds of gold, take life and fly
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| The silence, the silence
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| Shadow rested secrets called
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| Voiceless fears too old to fall
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| Cool and purple airs decide
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| Faceless on still mountainside
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| The Silence, the silence
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| Silence air and empty skies,
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| Whisper nights dead lullabies
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| Silence air and empty skies,
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| Whisper nights dead lullabies
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| But inside there is a roar
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| Sand & stones,
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| Haunting visions of a morning mirage
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| I think I’m falling into the sky,
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| Or is the sky falling into me
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| I think I’m falling into the sky,
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| Or is the sky falling into me
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| No, there’s nothing left to hide,
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| There’s nothing left inside
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| The silence, the silence
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| No, there’s nothing left to hide,
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| There’s nothing left inside
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| But inside there is a roar |