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Slowly turns the key of time
Into lock of promises broken
In mute silence of my space
I crouch under my yearning
Under my yearning

The works of my gods receding now
Evade my grasping hands

Her hair I would long to adorn
With glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun
In silver I would trace
The moonshine of her grace
The shining one

Perfection of the skies I knew
And memories of my deeds
Fade away beyond my reach
And change to lonely nights

Her hair I would long to adorn
With glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun
In silver I would trace
The moonshine of her grace
The shining one
The shining one

(Solo)

Her hair I would long to adorn (but ever so slowly)
With glowing stars (turns the key of time)
Her brow with shining sun
In silver I would trace (in a rusty lock)
The moonshine of her grace
(Of broken promises)
The shining one

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My Sun
Amorphis



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