| Now that the storms have come and gone
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| And the war has begun to fade
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| All that the rains have gathered and washed away
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| Farewell to what remains
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| And as the setting sun disappears into the sea
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| And all that meant so much
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| Now it’s nothing more than a forgotten memory
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| The hollow shadow of the clouds
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| So far yet always near
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| Scattering of ashes
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| Upon all that’s draped in black
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| Farewells without tears
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| And as the setting sun disappears into the sea
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| And all that meant so much
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| No longer means that much to me
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| Now it’s nothing more, no it’s nothing more
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| Than a forgotten memory
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| It’s getting hard, so hard to see
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| For I’ve seen these clouds before
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| And as they pour the rain down on me
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| For I shall carry on, I’ll carry on
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| It’s nothing more than a forgotten memory
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| Farewells without tears
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| And as the setting sun disappears into the sea
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| And all that meant so much
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| No longer means that much to me
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| Now it’s nothing more
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| No it’s nothing more than a forgotten memory |