The Bleak Aether
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The flowers are crying,wounds that never heal,
The birds are dying,a God just couldnt feel,
That life is too good,too good to be real,
It all turns up and down,turning like a weal.
I feel like a feather,that needs a hand to let it go,
It´s so easy to fail,so easy to say no,
To everything.
The birds are dying,a God just couldnt feel,
That life is too good,too good to be real,
It all turns up and down,turning like a weal.
I feel like a feather,that needs a hand to let it go,
It´s so easy to fail,so easy to say no,
To everything.
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