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The sky's been painted with shades of death. |
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The message was written all too vaguely. |
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Something was coming to an end, a pre-recorded fate hanging overhead. |
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We all knew that this day would come, we just waited mournfully. |
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As sheets of sheer black covered our coast, |
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Time stopped and the ringing phone ensued soft whispers, |
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And gentle tears came through the electrical wires. |
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Your eyes were closed and we all hoped that your dreams were just beautiful as you slipped out of our grasp. |
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The sky had opened up for your soul we held our heads high towards the sky. |
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We won't forget, we won't let go...your stories will be told...... |
