A windstorm dropped a bird from the sky
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It fell to the ground and it's wings broke and died
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But when the time got by, back to sky it flied
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'cause the wings healed in time and the bird was I
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Time is the death and the healing
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Take your last breath, 'cause death is deceiving
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Time is the past, now and tomorrow
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Days fly so fast and it leaves me so hollow
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A snowstorm blew inside a wolf's eyes
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and the frozen tears covered all the mountainsides
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But then the time got by and the wolf died
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and someday that wolf would be I
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Death And The Healing
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Wintersun |