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By Bella Morte, Standing high above the crawling wasted world
Another day goes by
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By Bella Morte, I have not lost my way
Against the heavy tides of
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By Bella Morte, And the night shall cry
For her heart belongs to day
And
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By Bella Morte, Another hour gone
The same as those before
My thoughts are there
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By Bella Morte, Looking down at my life
I find the cold stare of
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By Bella Morte, Looking down at my life
I find the cold stare of
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By Bella Morte, All this time, everything felt so real as
All this time,
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By Bella Morte, As I slept
You whispered in my dreams
You said
That fate could
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By Bella Morte, Morning frost settles on the land
See the gray clouds gather
All
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By Bella Morte, Cold, something cold has crept inside
Something I can't mend
In the
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By Bella Morte, On the shore lies a lost and broken dream
Silver shines
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By Bella Morte, As Silent as the rain fall
He whispers in the
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By Bella Morte, I am the end, I am the past again
I watched
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By Bella Morte, Away, we grow cold as years pass
Who we were echoes
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By Bella Morte, Everything is rising again
The things I thought were dead
The past
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By Bella Morte, As low
As the years are long
As their lies are wrong
As
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By Bella Morte, Hear the thunder roll
From far away within the growing storm
Scars
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By Bella Morte, Solemn she falls from my sight
Fades like the stars and
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By Bella Morte, Fell in disgrace, watched as the shadows passed
Silent and black
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By Bella Morte, Turn your face against the day
See my hopes into the
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By Bella Morte, Turn away as the storm draws near
Hear the thunder's distant
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By Bella Morte, In their eyes we see the dawn fall to the
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By Bella Morte, Would I call your name
Through the ruins of emptied halls?
Could
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By Bella Morte, Everything I know is changing with the days
And in the
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By Bella Morte, Standing high above the crawling wasted world,
Another day goes by
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By Bella Morte, And another storm comes crashing
Through the air so filled with
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By Bella Morte, In the mist there lies a ghost
Of a time of
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By Bella Morte, In the mist there lies a ghost
Of a time of
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By Bella Morte, Forever
Let the nights burn long for our loss
As all words
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By Bella Morte, Time, to find the world again
The motives seem so grim
Watching
