In the darkness she¡¯ll disappear
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Loaded dallies all she¡¯ll hear.
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Speak not, speak not, for a while
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Speak not, speak not, hit the ground
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Your whispers dead fell on the ground, set inside.
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Soft like flower on the ground,
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Laughing voices all around.
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They¡¯re calling open your eyes
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In places once alive.
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Like fullest fly and treat the sorrows alike.
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Speak not, speak not, for a while
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Speak not, speak not, hit the ground
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Your whispers dead fell on the ground, set inside.
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Speak not, speak not, for a while
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Speak not, speak not, hit the ground
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Your whispers dead fell on the ground, set inside.
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Speak not, speak not, for a while
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Speak not, speak not, hit the ground
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Your whispers dead fell on the ground, set inside.
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Speak not, speak not, from a while
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Speak not, speak not, hit the ground
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Your whispers dead fell on the ground, set inside.
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Eyeline
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| Submotion Orchestra |
