Slowly turns the key of time
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Into lock of promises broken
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In mute silence of my space
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I crouch under my yearning
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Under my yearning
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The works of my gods receding now
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Evade my grasping hands
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Her hair I would long to adorn
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With glowing stars
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Her brow with shining sun
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In silver I would trace
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The moonshine of her grace
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The shining one
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Perfection of the skies I knew
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And memories of my deeds
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Fade away beyond my reach
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And change to lonely nights
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Her hair I would long to adorn
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With glowing stars
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Her brow with shining sun
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In silver I would trace
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The moonshine of her grace
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The shining one
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The shining one
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(Solo)
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Her hair I would long to adorn (but ever so slowly)
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With glowing stars (turns the key of time)
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Her brow with shining sun
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In silver I would trace (in a rusty lock)
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The moonshine of her grace
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(Of broken promises)
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The shining one
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My Sun
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| Amorphis |
