[00:01.37](the sound of rain...)
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[00:10.34][A morning in magenta,
[00:12.46]The petals fed from the dew
[00:15.20]She held her breath for a moment
[00:17.21]To pause off the stream
[00:19.25]Still cling to vast, old memories
[00:21.57]And I would marvel at her beauty
[00:23.59]Playing through the rain
[00:25.53]The coffin is beautifully engraved
[00:27.59]Standing by soul, symbols of death
[00:29.50]All of which are stared upon
[00:31.46]With porcelain eyes it seems
[00:33.28]Some spoke, and it was my turn to go
[00:35.57]In death entwined, I could not believe
[00:37.65]But it hangs around my neck
[00:39.68]A soft breeze passed me by
[00:42.28]Somewhat warmer for a second
[00:44.50]I knew it was the coming of spring
[00:47.46]Thus our April ethereal.]
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[00:53.06](written by Mikeal Akerfeldt)
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