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The weeping skies... |
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Oh, drowned in such sweetness, feeling the emptiness of moments, I cannot breathe because of my stupor in seeing things not every time new... |
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Like falling rain, every drop touching my soul... |
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Like the pure snow, falling with any control... |
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Like falling rain, every drop touching my soul... Touching my soul... |
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And I feel the chosen one. |
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And I feel divinities' first son. |
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And I feel the chosen one. |
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Ah! |
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The weeping skies... |
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Dark stormy winds |
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Grass devouring me. |
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The air so mild |
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Leaves devouring me. |
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Spirits of nature, so kind |
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Trees devouring me. |
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Am I still the chosen one? |
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Blood, flowing like a delicate stream and tears tasted sweet and bitter at the same time. |
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I feel the fresh caress of the wind touching my delicate skin, it's strange to feel emotions like these... I'm born and born again... |
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And I cry as I stand mournful anymore and think that I could slowly die without any pain and reach the beauty of spirits in search for a soul companion of some form... |
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And I feel the chosen one... |
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All that remains is me, adoring the skies, the weeping skies! |
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Oh, let me drink from them... |
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Everything's into me and I still feel the chosen one... |
