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The sky turns grey and fades to dark |
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The leaf hangs in mid air |
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An open window lets in the cold |
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Time stands like a century (I feel you) |
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There's nothing left but everything remains |
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To remind me I miss you |
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And everything I see and touch is tainted |
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And it turns to dust |
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Who plays your voice to me |
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Who strings it on the breeze |
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If I could just believe |
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But it's nothing just the wind |
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If I put it in a hidden place |
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An image in my mind |
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The window may close some more each day |
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And then time might keep on moving |
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Who plays your voice to me |
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Who strings it on the breeze |
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If I could just believe |
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But it's nothing just the wind |
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Who plays your voice to me |
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Who strings it on the breeze |
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If I could just believe |
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But it's nothing just the wind |
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Who steals these falling tears |
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Who heals the aching years |
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I thought I heard you speak |
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It's nothing just the wind |
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Who steals these falling tears |
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Who heals the aching years |
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I thought I heard you speak |
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It's nothing just the wind |
