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Bella Morte - The Quiet lyrics
And this silence is her life Falling fast into the dark November sky Over voices she shall cry Soundless screams are felt before the sun can rise Hear her voice is strong as steel Speaking long dead nams to keep the evening still In her heart teast all time Trapped for now in faith that death is still alive To the fields and seas again Without sign we wander through the haze of this dark land In a dream she gently cries In a tear her story moves to find the floor And she speaks before she goes away |
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