And this silence is her life
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Falling fast into the dark November sky
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Over voices she shall cry
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Soundless screams are felt before the sun can rise
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Hear her voice is strong as steel
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Speaking long dead nams to keep the evening still
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In her heart teast all time
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Trapped for now in faith that death is still alive
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To the fields and seas again
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Without sign we wander through the haze of this dark land
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In a dream she gently cries
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In a tear her story moves to find the floor
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And she speaks before she goes away
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"Carry on my friend, but leave me not alone"
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'Til the riegn of sleep again
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Without sight we wander through the haze of this dark land
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To the fields and seas again
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Without sight she wanders trough the haze of this lost land
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To the seas again
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'Till we find our lives agian
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And the waves are crashing hard against the farthest shore
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[repeat until end]
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The Quiet
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| Bella Morte |
