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 Music: R.Saure, R.Oldeide, L.Preston, A.Dale From the way of the living Where the busy go by I see the yard of the resting Where my wondering lies White veils of snow conseal Reminders of dead Sleeps briefly awaiting In their frozen bed And over the wall A blooded train comes in Trading faces so pale Trading faces of sin All set to go now Leaving for the unknown May they find the answer When the whistle has blown As the wagons of souls Rumble into the dark I block my ears to shut down The city's bark And all I can see Is the trees in their grief Black bendings to the ground For their fallen leaves Bending to the graves of the loved ones Bending to the holes of the lost ones Bending to the rooms for the loved ones Paradise in Bloom for the lost ones |
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