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Walking under the velvet skies of my dream I wonder about what the dark raven said
And begin to fade in my sleep Down where the crossroads are turning And where the shadows are growing behind the moonlight. Never more I wonder forever more I dream, Inside of me I laugh outside i feel to scream. Of all the dreams I've had this must be the one real The reason why I fade in the sorrow that I feel. Come daylight come save me from my sins For I begin to wonder if this Nevermore is sealed. With pain begin to laugh of sorrows once before To die is to wake up in the grass of Nevermore. And the earth turns to blue as my feelings did for you, And the sorrow turns to dust as my heart once burned...for you, And I start to speak my feelings that were killed...along with you, You I have been searching in the lands where earth is blue, You have been the reason why the skies all seem so smooth, You are in my heart but my heart has burned for you, To you I say my feelings but my feelings died with you.
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