Mournfully, the same sun rises
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again
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the times of yesterday are away
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wind howls the sights of those
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lonely, forgotten times
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"Even time will come to an end"
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We could hear the birds sing
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through the winds hum
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we were not like the others
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time revealed our nothingness
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Let the stream of the wither
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wouldn't it be "nice" to sleep,
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to dream forever
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from the silence we awoke
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and into there we shall wither
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we were the birds that sang
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in the winds?hum
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we were not like others
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end is our silence
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End Is Silence
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| Throes of Dawn |
