These
wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just
too much that time cannot erase
My Immortal
Evanescence
My Immortal
Evanescence
Pines are talking still
The moon's arriving quite late
Piece of eternity
Cold morning
Wind is gathering some leaves
Where are the birds?
White cranes are leaving
Soon the sky looks lonelier
Other white to come
Drying chamomile
Still little suns in white clouds
Busy bees fly by
Charcoal painted clouds
On a dirty orange sky
Birds seeking refuge
The moon's arriving quite late
Piece of eternity
Cold morning
Wind is gathering some leaves
Where are the birds?
White cranes are leaving
Soon the sky looks lonelier
Other white to come
Drying chamomile
Still little suns in white clouds
Busy bees fly by
Charcoal painted clouds
On a dirty orange sky
Birds seeking refuge
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