الكلمات
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It's always the same, tears for a time we can never regain
As life drifts away, we search for the reasons we can't make it stay
We walk in a shadowland, turning to dust, blown away in the wind
One last soul to save that hangs from a thread off the end of a dream!
But you jumped the great divide
So we'll meet you on the other side!
