Turn away as the storm draws near
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Hear the thunder's distant cry
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Taste the air to find a trace of yesterday
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Falling under waves of time
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Her twilight eyes turn the night sky red
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Timeless words cannot fade
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Though our skies grow grey
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Haunted winds speak of fallen homes
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Painted eyes leave a tear
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In her heart I place a promise that shall live
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Amongst December's fondest dreams
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To never find this life again
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To never find our way
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December Dreams
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Bella Morte |