Dying days of despair
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Are the mirrors of pain
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The glass in which I stare
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Are slowly building a palace in my mind
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Where the memories breeds my fear
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With halls of mourning and with walls of bitter loss
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The world around me dies
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As the seasons change
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The water turns to ice
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And another year will push the past
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Further back into forgetfulness
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Among the moments never to return again
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Lives are spread by the wind
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Growing further apart
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Can't return what has been
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I will never again touch those winters
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Or the shadows of the fall
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Never the innocence, the light of each day
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Tell me now, where's the end to our strive
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Shattered life, the point where freedom dies
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Behold my eyes, can't you see I'm terrified
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Desperate holding on to a distant time
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Life Shatters
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Lives are spread by the wind
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Growing further apart
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Can't return what has been
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I will never again touch those winters
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Or the shadows of the fall
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Never the innocence, the light of each day
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So paint the edge with tears
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Of a perished emotion
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A wound so severe
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And much too deep to be erased
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By the healing hands of time
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That life has withered, and is gone forevermore
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Life Shatters
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| Desultory |
