When my dusk is drawn in the twilights gleam A tear does fall in silent stream. When I raise my eyes for to see the light I go through the shadows vastrous might. And I wont see when the morning redeems the sad voice of the tender night A sad voice, and it seems like some whispering of goodbye. When my destiny emerges from the other side There is no place for me to hide. When I close my eyes for to never dream again Think of me every now and then And I wont see when the morning redeems the sad voice of the tender night A sad voice, and it seems like some whispering of goodbye.
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