The sun’s grown pale, the moon is red
One dare not speak, words are unsaid
See how each leaf twists in the breeze
Erase the pain Lord, if You please
There is no solace in the grave
There’s no time left, no cause to save !
The sun’s grown pale, the moon is red
One dare not speak, words are unsaid
See how each leaf twists in the breeze
Erase the pain Lord, if You please
There is no solace in the grave
There’s no time left, no cause to save !
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