Would I call your name
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Through the ruins of emptied halls?
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Could I see your face
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Within passions yet unborn?
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Speak fragile truths into the air
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So new and cold
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Could I lie to you?
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Could I live this life alone?
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Fade to the year's cascading dreams of hope and light
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Through vacant thoughts the eve is found in stormy skies
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To the years cascading dreams of hope and loss
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Our painted world shall see an end to all we find
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Would I take your hand
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Would I lead you from the mist
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In another place
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Where the sun can never set?
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Years carry us into the certainty of doubt
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Could I lie to you?
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Could I leave you here alone?
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Soon enough the ice will break
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Falling down lost in melting years
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Soon enough the dawn awakens
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Holding tight memories of our love
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And our loss
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Doubt
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Bella Morte |