Standing at the edge of life, questioning the moon Riding some black unicorns, shadows will come soon What will be my face tomorrow Will I crawl on sand? Is there any known feeling, on this mourning land? Cold winds whipping my back Throrns handcuffs sharpening my wrists My dreams are fading away Winters light is failing away I am the star charmer, the spell keeper Bound to me, all the chains to reverie Open, the main door if you find the key But remember, your memories belongs to history Progenies of night and moonlight Dancing towards me A dark black and hazy waltz With a frightening melody The road is long and sad Im alone out in the cold Thought I was going mad Maybe Im simply getting old Cold winds whipping my back Throrns handcuffs sharpening my wrists My dreams are fading away Winters light is failing away I am the star charmer, the spell keeper Bound to me, all the chains to reverie Open, the main door if you find the key But remember, your memories belongs to history
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