I saw you standing there,
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in the garden of my dream
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so pale and delicate...
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mist danced arround your arms
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dressed in red
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my angel
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it's cold here so cold without you
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and statues of stone they whisper my name
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for love so tragis shall not be forgotten
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trees calmly sleep and wind blows my tale
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with wine and tears I taste my loneliness
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and if I die will you miss me, will you shed a tear
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or leave a trace on my nameless grave
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and my words echoes like mourning for beloved ones
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those who are gone forever
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and never come back
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they never come back
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they are gone forever
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Like Statues Of Stone
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Elysium |