I shiver at the very thought
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That you could leave this quiet room
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Without a word of hope or a memory
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Has it always to end in this way?
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If I heard the sound of weary steps
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I would think you would never wake again
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All through those nights and fretful nightmares
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A tightrope walker glided on my tongue
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I Shiver
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| Autumnblaze |
