Withered senses, Like are not leaves, We are not halves We are only echoes. There remaimed the picture Lost time of love No grace over There with thee to me peace.
Why disaster struck? Why are we beyond the two worlds? Have we betrayed our hearts? Why we torn our souls?
We are not bound more We are on different abyss All the same we will not be alone One trouble more or less. My dreams were burned How old pictires Days of Utopia rotted And do not return the lost desires.
Why disaster struck? Why are we beyond the two worlds? Have we betrayed our hearts? Why we torn our souls?
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